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

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

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.

Life goes not in a straight line, lad, but in a circle. The first half we spend venturing as far as the world's end from home and kin and stillness, and the latter half brings us back, by roundabout ways but surely, to that state from which we set out.

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

A man must be prepared to face life, as well as death, there's no escape from either.

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