“We don't present our voices to the audience, we resonate our souls.”

“Pardon if all the cleanness and the beautyBrave rhythym and the immemorial seaEnsare us sometimes with their siren song,Forgetful of our murderous intentions.Through our uneasy peacetime carnivalCold sweat of death holds us like a dew;Even this grey machinery of murderHolds beauty and the promise of a future.”

“If we live with possibilities we are exiles from the present which is given us by God to be our own, homeless and displaced in a future or a past which are not ours because they are always beyond our reach. The present is our right place, and we can lay hands on whatever it offers us.”

“Our discreditable secret is that we don't know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don't care that we don't.”

“I know we're not saints or virgins or lunatics; we know all the lust and lavatory jokes, and most of the dirty people; we can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences. But our innocence goes awfully deep, and our discreditable secret is that we don't know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don't care that we don't.”

“There is beauty in all we know and beauty in all we don't know. Our journey is to love it all.”

“We listened, as all boys in their better moods will listen (ay, and men too for the matter of that), to a man whom we felt to be, with all his heart and soul and strength, striving against whatever was mean and unmanly and unrighteous in our little world. It was not the cold, clear voice of one giving advice and warning from serene heights to those who were struggling and sinning below, but the warm, living voice of one who was fighting for us and by our sides, and calling on us to help him and ourselves and one another.”