“Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant.”

Between the government which does evil and the people who accept it – there is a certain shameful solidarity.

The learned man knows that he is ignorant.

The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in.

Caution is the eldest child of wisdom.

Don’t educate your children to be rich. Educate them to be happy, so they know the value of things, not the price.

Teach the ignorant as much as you can; society is culpable in not providing a free education for all and it must answer for the night which it produces.

A criminal remains a criminal whether he uses a convict’s suit or a monarch’s crown.

No army can withstand the strength of an idea whose time has come.

To die for lack of love is horrible. The asphyxia of the soul.

The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved – loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.

There is nothing like a dream to create the future.

Initiative is doing the right thing without being told.

Doing nothing is happiness for children and misery for old men.

Go out in the world and work like money doesn’t matter, sing as if no one is listening, love as if you have never been hurt, and dance as if no one is watching.

Virtue has a veil, vice a mask.

Diamonds are to be found only in the darkness of the earth, and truth in the darkness of the mind.

Imagine the unknown of what the beings around you cover up and struggle with everyday.

The best things that capture your imagination are ones you hadn’t thought of before and that aren’t talked about in the news all the time.

The truth and the facts aren’t necessarily the same thing. Telling the truth is the object of all art; facts are what the unimaginative have instead of ideas.

I can imagine no greater misfortune for a cultured people than to see in the hands of the rulers not only the civil, but also the religious power.

I’m not a separatist. The imagination is integrative. That’s how you make the new — by putting something else with what you’ve got. And I’m unashamedly an American integrationist.

I am really only myself when I’m somebody else whom I have endowed with these wonderful qualities from my imagination.

Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.

I cannot imagine any writer who would not fight for his peace and quiet.