The hardest thing for me is the sense of impermanence. All passes; nothing returns.

It is only in the heart that anything really happens.

To a thrifty theologian, bent on redemption with economy, there are few points of ethics too fine-spun for splitting.

Of one thing alone I am very sure: it is a law of our nature that the memory of longing should survive the more fugitive memory of fulfillment.

Though it sounds absurd, it is true to say I felt younger at sixty than I felt at twenty.

Moderation has never yet engineered an explosion

nations decay from within more often than they surrender to outward assault.