Once you permit those who are convinced of their own superior rightness to censor and silence and suppress those who hold contrary opinions, just at that moment the citadel has been surrendered.

A world ends when its metaphor has died.

Around, around the sun we go: The moon goes round the earth. We do not die of death: We die of vertigo.

As things are now going the peace we make, what peace we seem to be making, will be a peace of oil, a peace of gold, a peace of shipping, a peace in brief.without moral purpose or human interest.

See the world as it truly is, small and blue, beautiful in that eternal silence where it floats.

A man who lives, not by what he loves but what he hates, is a sick man.

Children know the grace of god better than most of us. They see the world the way the morning brings it back to them; new and born and fresh and wonderful.