Between the amateur and the professional . . . there is a difference not only in degree but in kind. The skillful man is, within the function of his skill, a different psychological organization. . . . A tennis player or a watchmaker or an airplane pilot is an automatism but he is also criticism and wisdom.

The mind has its own logic but does not often let others in on it.

History abhors determinism but cannot tolerate chance.

The trouble with the sacred Individual is that he has no significance, except as he can acquire it from others, from the social whole.

The achieved West had given the United States something that no people had ever had before, an internal, domestic empire.

The trouble with Reason is that it becomes meaningless at the exact point where it refuses to act.

The rat stops gnawing in the wood, the dungeon walls withdraw, the weight is lifted your pulse steadies and the sun has found your heart, the day was not bad, the season has not been bad, there is sense and even promise in going on.