In a mood of faith and hope my work goes on. A ream of fresh paper lies on my desk waiting for the next book. I am a writer and I take up my pen to write.

I feel no need for any other faith than my faith in the kindness of human beings. I am so absorbed in the wonder of earth and the life upon it that I cannot think of heaven and angels.

To eat bread without hope is still slowly to starve to death.

None who have always been free can understand the terrible fascinating power of the hope of freedom to those who are not free.

Life without idealism is empty indeed. We just hope or starve to death.

To find joy in work is to discover the fountain of youth.