Even a saint may take pleasure, in retrospect, in having been once desired

as roads go, the road home is as good as any.

Youth is no less vulnerable, by the very quality it has of making the heart ache that beholds and has lost it.

If ever you do go back, what is it you want of Evesham?" "Do I know? [...] The silence, it might be ... or the stillness. To have no more running to do ... to have arrived, and have no more need to run. The appetite changes. Now I think it would be a beautiful thing to be still.

There is no one who cannot be hated, against whatever odds. Nor anyone who cannot be loved, against all reason.

I go to Prague every year if I can, value my relationships there like gold, and feel myself in a sense Czech, with all their hopes and needs. They are a people I not only love, but admire.

There is in the end no remedy but truth. It is the one course that cannot be evil.