Yes, we love peace, but we are not willing to take wounds for it, as we are for war.
To feel most beautifully alive means to be reading something beautiful, ready always to apprehend in the flow of language the sudden flash of poetry.
Every genuine boy is a rebel and an anarch. If he were allowed to develop according to his own instincts, his own inclinations, society would undergo such a radical transformation as to make the adult revolutionary cower and cringe.
Yes, we love peace, but we are not willing to take wounds for it, as we are for war.