..the Lord who had come to renew society, who lay like a coverlet, a snow blanket smitten only by the sun, for ever unwasted, suffering for ever, the scapegoat, the eternal sufferer...

“...it struck her, this was tragedy-- not palls, dust, and the shroud; but child…”

“العقل العظيم هو عقل لا يحمل نوعا, فإذا ما تم هذا الانصهار النوعي يغدو العقل في …”

“I remember one morning...getting up at dawn...there was such a sense of possibi…”

“The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.”