To mention a loved object, a person, or a place to someone else is to invest that object with reality.

war is a thug's game. The thug strikes first and harder. He doesn't go by rules and he isn't afraid of hurting people.

For sleep, one needs endless depths of blackness to sink into; daylight is too shallow, it will not cover one.

My passport photo is one of the most remarkable photographs I have ever seen- no retouching, no shadows, no flattery-just stark me.

The shape of my life is, of course, determined by many things; my background and childhood, my mind and its education, my conscience and its pressures, my heart and its desires.

Can one make the future a substitute for the present? And what guarantee have we that the future will be any better if we neglect the present?

Why is it that you can sometimes feel the reality of people more keenly through a letter than face to face?