The struggle of man against power is the struggle of memory against forgetting.

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

There are things in this life that we must endure which are all but
unendurable, and yet I find that there is a great goodness. Why, when
there could have been nothing, is there something? This is a great
mystery. How, when there could have been nothing, does it happen that
there is love, kindness, beauty?

If art isn't pleasure, what is it—work?

A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us.

We must work…while it is day: night comes, when no one can work.

We work in the dark.

Dr. Larch had pointed out that Melony had taken Jane Eyre with her; he
accepted this as a hopeful sign--wherever Melony went , she would not
be without guidance, she would not be without love, without faith; she
had a good book with her. If only she'll keep reading it, and reading
it, Larch thought.

We are despite everything
The guardians of our brothers

If you want to say this life
Is merely the bridge
To the life we're asked to dream of,
You are my enemy.