思想
Every language is an old-growth forest of the mind.
The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.
Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.
The world doesn’t fear a new idea. It can pigeonhole it.
The writer’s joy is the thought that can become emotion, and the emotion that can wholly become a thought.
The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.
Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.
The actions of men are the best interpreters of their thoughts.