Households, cities, countries, and nations have enjoyed great happiness when a single individual has taken heed of the Good and Beautiful. Such people not only liberate themselves; they fill those they meet with a free mind.
People do not want words – they want the sound of battle – the battle of destiny.
I love good and pleasure, I hate evil and pain, I want to be happy and I am not mistaken in believing, that people, angels and even demons have those same inclinations.
Let a new earth rise. Let another world be born. Let a bloody peace be written in the sky. Let a second generation full of courage issue forth; let a people loving freedom come to growth.
It is no use trying to sum people up. One must follow hints, not exactly what is said, nor yet entirely what is done.
I think writing about unhappiness is probably the source of my popularity, if I have any-after all, most people are unhappy, don’t you think?
I think poetry always lives its life, and people come to it and people go away from it, ‘people’ in the sense of larger numbers of people. It’s as though you begin to think that poetry is a resource, and that at certain times people seem to need it or want it or can find sustenance in it, and at other times they can’t.
So long as we have enough people in this country willing to fight for their rights, we’ll be called a democracy.
The greatest scholars are not usually the wisest people.
States are like people. They do not question the awful status quo until some dramatic event overturns the conventional and lax way of thinking.