Epigraphic

Give me silence, water, hope Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes -Neruda

ὁδὸς ἄνω κάτω μία καὶ ὡυτή — I. p. 89 Fr. 60. "The way upward and the way downward is one and the same."

τοῦ λόγου δὲ ἐόντος ξυνοῦ ζώουσιν οἱ πολλοί ὡς ἰδίαν ἔχοντες φρόνησιν — I. p. 77. Fr. 2. "Though wisdom is common, the many live as if they have wisdom of their own"

It is a strange kind of fire, the fire of self-righteousness, which gives us such pleasure by its warmth but does so little to banish the darkness.

Your playing small does not serve the world. Who are you not to be great?

When the last individual of a race of living things breathes no more, another heaven and another earth must pass before such a one can be again.

What are the words you do not yet have? What do you need to say?

Sometimes I growl, shake myself and spatter a few red drops for history to remember. Then—I forget.

By the shore of the sea stands a green oak tree; Upon the tree is a golden chain: And day and night a learned cat Walks around and around on the chain; When he goes to the right he sings a song, When he goes to the left he tells a tale.

They are, [Georgia Tann] said repeatedly, blank slates. They are born untainted, and if you adopt them at an early age and surround them with beauty and culture, they will become anything you wish them to be.

Did you know that in this land of the free and home of the brave there is a great baby market? And the securities which change hands...are not mere engraved slips of paper promising certain financial dividends, but live, kicking, flesh-and-blood babies.

I have a feeling that inside you somewhere, there's something nobody knows about.

Time isn't the main thing. It's the only thing.

An oasis of horror in a desert of boredom.

Love art in yourself and not yourself in art.

In the theatre, the tendency for centuries has been to put the actor at a remote distance, on a platform, framed, decorated, lit, painted, in high shoes—so as to help to persuade the ignorant that he is holy, that his art is sacred. Did this express reverence? Or was there behind it a fear that something would be exposed if the light were too bright, the meeting too near?

Frankly, Wonder Woman is psychological propaganda for the new type of woman who, I believe, should rule the world.