War must never be a condition but, rather, a temporary scourge which we suffer as a child does a fever, knowing that health follows the long night of pain and that peace is health.

Merely to live without a pain Is little gladness, little gain, Ah, welcome joy tho' mixt with grief-- The thorn-set flower that crowns the leaf.

The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a benediction. The breezes were so caressingly soft and intimate on the skin as to be embarrassing.

I loved almost everything about being a teacher, but I was an unusual teacher

What, after all, is more real to us than the geography of our childhoods?

Laws had a bad habit of being ignored or abrogated when societal push came to totalitarian shove.

Sometimes ... dreams are all that separate us from the machines.