SAID A BLADE OF GRASS

Said a blade of grass to an autumn leaf, “You make such a noise falling! You scatter all my winter dreams.”

Said the leaf indignant, “Low-born and low-dwelling! Songless, peevish thing! You live not in the upper air and you cannot tell the sound of singing.”

Then the autumn leaf lay down upon the earth and slept. And when spring came she waked again — and she was a blade of grass.

And when it was autumn and her winter sleep was upon her, and above her through all the air the leaves were falling, she muttered to herself, “O these autumn leaves! They make such noise! They scatter all my winter dreams." |

Art is a disorder, to diss order. |

Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are. |

To hold a pen is to be at war. |

It is better to risk saving a guilty man than to condemn an innocent one. |

A witty saying proves nothing. |

Faith consists in believing when it is beyond the power of reason to believe. |

Injustice in the end produces independence. |

Think for yourself and let others enjoy the privilege to do so, too. |

Common sense is not so common. |

Judge of a man by his questions rather than by his answers. |

I disapprove of what you say, but will defend to the death your right to say it. |

Find your quiet center of life and write from that to the world. |

Can you not see that the task is your task - yours to dream, yours to resolve, yours to execute? |

Fascism is capitalism plus murder. |

It is impossible to get a man to understand something if his livelihood depends on him not understanding. |

To repress what makes us unique is to artificially constrain all the potential we have to offer. |

In the midst of winter, I found in me an invincible summer. |

We are born makers. We move what we’re learning from our heads to our hearts through our hands. |

Vulnerability is the birthplace of innovation, creativity, and change. |

I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I'm out of control, and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best. |

Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many. |

Lucidity is the wound closest to the sun. |

I believe in the magic and authority of words. |