One cannot consent to creep when one has an impulse to soar.

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Many scholars forget … that our enjoyment of the great works of literature depends more upon the depth of our sympathy than upon our understanding. … very few of their laborious explanations stick in the memory. The mind drops them as a branch drops its overripe fruit.

The Story of My Life

… my soul stood erect, exultant, envisioning a new world where the light of justice for every individual will be unclouded.

letter to former First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt (1948)

The task of writing an autobiography is a difficult one. When I try to classify my earliest impressions, I find that fact and fancy look alike across the years that link the past with the present. The woman paints the child’s experiences in her own fantasy. A few impressions stand out vividly from the first years of my life; but “the shadows of the prison-house are on the rest.”

The Story of My Life