Truth is a hard master, and costly to serve, but it simplifies all problems.
Truth, like the burgeoning of a bulb under the soil, however deeply sown, will make its way to the light.
as roads go, the road home is as good as any.
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.
Even a saint may take pleasure, in retrospect, in having been once desired
Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment.