The pain of loss, moreover, however agonizing, however haunting in memory, quiets imperceptibly into acceptance as the currents of active living and of fresh emotions flow over it.

The world is not run by thought, nor by imagination, but by opinion.

Too often travel, instead of broadening the mind, merely lengthens the conversations.

Democracy, like any non-coercive relationship, rests on a shared understanding of limits.

It takes two to write a letter as much as it takes two to make a quarrel.

Language is like soil. However rich, it is subject to erosion, and its fertility is constantly threatened by uses that exhaust itsvitality. It needs constant re-invigoration if it is not to become arid and sterile.

The torment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and "mangled mind" leaking away in lonely, wasteful self-conflict.