We none of us find as much kindness in this world as we should.

Some people have difficulty telling the difference between something great and something they've simply heard of.

Autobiography, if there really is such a thing, is like asking a rabbit to tell us what he looks like hopping through the grasses of the field. How would he know? If we want to hear about the field on the other hand, no one is in a better circumstance to tell us-so long as we keep in mind that we are missing all those things the rabbit was in no position to observe.

It's less a matter of looking the other way than of closing our eyes to what we can't stop from happening.

Adversity is like a strong wind. I don't mean just that it holds us back from places we might otherwise go. It also tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that afterward we see ourselves as we really are.

A geisha has studied a man's moods and his seasons. She fusses and he blooms.

Yet somehow the thing that startled me most, after a week or two had passed, was that I had in fact survived.