Were it not for love, Poor life would be a ship not worth launching.

Friends: people who borrow my books and set wet glasses on them.

The world is a kind of spiritual kindergarten where millions of bewildered infants are trying to spell "God" with the wrong blocks.

I wonder more and more just where I may have come out if I had never seen Harvard Square.

Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give.

Pity is like a knife, sometimes, and it may pierce one who employs it more shrewdly than the victim it would save.

Where's the need of singing now?