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.

Only people who're positive enough to have friends have enemies. When you're as glum and morose as he was, people just give up and go away.

Despair is deadly sin, but worse, it is mortal folly.

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

They sell courage of a sort in the taverns. And another sort, though not for sale, a man can find in the confessional. Try the alehouses and the churches, Hugh. In either a man can be quiet and think.

All the things of the wild have their proper uses. Only misuse makes them evil.

I have always known that the best of the Saracens could out-Christian many of us Christians.