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.

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

What are wits for unless a man uses them?

It takes a lot to wound a man without illusions.

Truth is a hard master, and costly to serve, but it simplifies all problems.

There is in the end no remedy but truth. It is the one course that cannot be evil.

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.