Change the fabric of your own soul and your own visions, and you change all.
I am unjust, but I can strive for justice. My life's unkind, but I can vote for kindness. I, the unloving, say life should be lovely. I, that am blind, cry out against my blindness.
You can't crush ideas by suppressing them. You can only crush them by ignoring them.
We left you there, lonely, Beauty your power, Wisdom your watchman, To hold the clay tower. from 'The Tale of the Tiger Tree
