The mountains are so beautiful they make me ache inside because the moment I look away I know I shall need to see them again. And I cannot spend the rest of my life standing on the spot starting at shifting sunlight and mist and shadows across the sea.

I wonder how often in the past I may have missed the good in people because I pre-judged, based on the differences?

The great question, is there anything at all which is worth fighting such a war about, with the devastating loss it will bring? I believe yes, there are some freedoms which to sacrifice would be EVEN worse.

The men who cannot laugh at themselves frighten me even more than those who laugh at everything.

A good library can provide the furniture of our minds and the threads from which we weave our dreams.

The truth can be very sharp. But it makes a cleaner wound than lies. It will not fester

I believe in an individual soul which travels through eternity. This life is far from all there is--in fact, it is a minute part, simply an antechamber, a deciding place where we choose the light from the dark, where we come to know what we truly value.