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

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.

Beauty is a perilous gift.

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

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

If ever you do go back, what is it you want of Evesham?" "Do I know? [...] The silence, it might be ... or the stillness. To have no more running to do ... to have arrived, and have no more need to run. The appetite changes. Now I think it would be a beautiful thing to be still.

Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment.