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

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.

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

Death, after all, is the common expectation from birth. Neither heroes nor cowards can escape it.

I do believe I begin to grasp the nature of miracles! For would it be a miracle, if there was any reason for it? Miracles have nothing to do with reason. Miracles contradict reason, they strike clean across mere human deserts, and deliver and save where they will. If they made sense, they would not be miracles.

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.

It takes a lot to wound a man without illusions.