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

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

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.

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

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.

The truth is always exciting. Speak it, then. Life is dull without it.