“We are all prisoners but some of us are in cells with windows and some without.”
“Without that passion and urge, there is a gradual oozing out of hope and vitality, a settling down on lower levels of existence, a slow merging into non-existence. We become prisoners of the past and some part of its immobility sticks to us.”
“We are all born like Catholics, aren't we—in limbo, without religion, until some figure introduces us to God?”
“A faint acrid smell drifted in through the window, from the cannon fire. But through it all the walls of my prison cell never trembled. The walls of the Tower are the thickest in the land and they never, ever tremble”
“We are all here for some special reason. Stop being a prisoner of your past. Become the architect of your future.”
“We are all on the stairs, my friend; some of us are going down, some us are going up!”