I feel I am a child that's lost its mother. I feel like a calf whose mother has gone off to slaughter.

To me war is something to be outgrown, recognized as immature, wasteful, and so destructive to life that human beings should shun it ... as they once shunned bubonic plague.

My mother had handed down respect for the possibilities...and the will to grasp them.

The gift of loneliness is sometimes a radical vision of society or one's people that has not previously been taken into account.

Love likes to extend itself. If you receive it in a book - or however you get it - then your duty is to extend it beyond.

It has become a common feeling, I believe, as we have watched our heroes falling over the years, that our own small stone of activism, which might not seem to measure up to the rugged boulders of heroism we have so admired, is a paltry offering toward the building of an edifice of hope. Many who believe this choose to withhold their offerings out of shame. This is the tragedy of the world. For we can do nothing substantial toward changing our course on the planet, a destructive one, without rousing ourselves, individual by individual, and bringing our small, imperfect stones to the pile.

In South Korea, they believe that when you turn 60, you've become a baby again and the rest of your life should be totally about joy and happiness, and people should leave you alone, and I just think that that's the height of intelligence.