Nothing is more pleasing and engaging than the sense of having conferred benefits. Not even the gratification of receiving them.

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.

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.

Integrity expects integrity.

Here I begin to know that blessedness is what can be snatched out the passing day and put away to think of afterwards.

Too much trust is folly, in an imperfect world.

Of all the reports that fly about the world, ill news is the surest of all to arrive!