Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread. – Pablo Neruda
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way. – Pablo Neruda
I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees. – Pablo Neruda
At issue in the Hiss Case was the question whether this sick society, which we call Western civilization, could in its extremity still cast up a man whose faith in it was so great that he would voluntarily abandon those things which men hold good, including life, to defend it. – Whittaker Chambers