If war's first victim is truth, its second is clerical efficiency.

The mind has a mind of its own. It shows us pictures. Pictures of the past and the might-one-day-be. This mind's mind exerts its own will, too, and has its own voice.

As for reading, I wish I had a magic door to a library where I could go in, read for days and days, and come back in the same minute I left. I'm still looking for the door.

Always, it is the poor people who pay. And always, it is the poor people's women who pay the most.

Why does any martyr cooperate with his judases?...We see a game beyond the endgame...As Seneca warned Nero: No matter how many of us you kill, you will never kill your successor.

Peace, though beloved of our Lord, is a cardinal virtue only if your neighbors share your conscience.

Do," said Louisa finally, "whatever you can't not do.