Some men are heroes by nature in that they will give all that is in them without regard to the effort or to the personal returns.

Love is a joint experience between two persons -- but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two people involved.

There is no stillness like the quiet of the first cold nights in the fall.

I want - I want - I want - was all that she could think about - but just what this real want was she did not know.

Love is the bridge that leads from the I sense to the We, and there is a paradox about personal love. Love of another individual opens a new relation between the personality and the world. The lover responds in a new way to nature and may even write poetry. Love is affirmation; it motivates the yes responses and the sense of wider communication. Love casts out fear, and in the security of this togetherness we find contentment, courage. We no longer fear the age-old haunting questions: "Who am I?" "Why am I?" "Where am I going?" - and having cast out fear, we can be honest and charitable.

Imagination takes humility, love and great courage.

I must go home periodically to renew my sense of horror.