I look for the words, Professor. I look for the words because I believe that the words is the way to your heart.

What joins men together ... is not the sharing of bread but the sharing of enemies.

Usually, you don't know where a book comes from ... it's just there, some kind of an itch that you can't quite scratch.

And perhaps beyond those shrouded swells another man did walk with another child on the dead gray sands. Slept but a sea apart on another beach among the bitter ashes of the world or stood in their rags lost to the same indifferent sun.

If one were to be a person of value that value could not be a condition subject to hazards of fortune. It had to be a quality that could not change. No matter what.

He'd half meant to speak but those eyes had altered the world forever in the space of a heartbeat.

The world was new each day for God so made it daily. Yet it contained within it all the evils as before, no more, no less.