The future is an infinite succession of presents.

We don't have to engage in grand, heroic actions to participate in the process of change. Small acts, when multiplied by millions of people, can transform the world.

Hope is essential to any political struggle for radical change when the overall social climate promotes disillusionment and despair.

But remember, this power of the people on top depends on the obedience of the people below. When people stop obeying, they have no power.

But I suppose the most revolutionary act one can engage in is... to tell the truth.

Education can, and should be, dangerous.

There is no flag large enough to cover the shame of killing innocent people.

Protest beyond the law is not a departure from democracy; it is absolutely essential to it.

Small acts, when multiplied by millions of people, can transform the world.

They have the guns, we have the poets. Therefore, we will win.

The problem in this world is not civil disobedience...th e problem in this world is civil obedience.

We live in a society where we may have differences, of course, but we learn to celebrate these differences.

And I ride horses, swim, do a lot of reading, writing.

You like him because he's a lost boy. Believe me, I've seen it happen before. But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They become lost themselves. Without fail.

Even idiots ocasionally speak the truth accidentally.

Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,- An awful pause! prophetic of her end.

I ask especially that no state shall, by law or otherwise, authorize the return of the saloon, either in its old form or in some modern guise.

I believe in the universality of freedom and therefore want to be involved in the freedom movement.

Some things never die, and they often get way better.

The library is a place where most of the things I came to value as an adult had their beginnings.

We grant no dukedoms to the few, We hold like rights and shall; Equal on Sunday in the pew, On Monday in the mall. For what avail the plough or sail, Or land, or life, if freedom fail?