It was a perfect spring afternoon, and the air was filled with vague, roving scents, as if the earth exhaled the sweetness of hidden flowers.

All change is not growth, as all movement is not forward.

Passion alone could destroy passion. All the thinking in the world could not make so much as a dent in its surface.

It is only by knowing how little life has in store for us that we are able to look on the bright side and avoid disappointment.

In the past few years, I have made a thrilling discovery ... that until one is over sixty, one can never really learn the secret of living. One can then begin to live, not simply with the intense part of oneself, but with one's entire being.

The worst thing about war is that so many people enjoy it.

Cruelty, I truly believe, is the one and only sin.