With some people there is such a thing as the habit of betrayal..

Exploitation and oppression is not a matter of race. It is the system, the apparatus of world-wide brigandage called imperialism, which made the Powe….

Moralists have no place in an art gallery..

Love from one being to another can only be that two solitudes come nearer, recognize and protect and comfort each other..

We are all products of our time, vulnerable to history..

I had to learn that there is more to the human being than material comfort, more than success, more even than national spirit or patriotism. That in ….

Strange are the ways of history, where no single thing abides, but all things flow into each other, fragment to fragment clinging..

History, the winnowing wind, never halts. We see the chaff rise, forget the waiting grain, seed of the future, fallen to the threshing floor. We neve….