...in the shaping of a life, chance and the ability to respond to chance are everything.

What monstrosities would walk the streets were some people's faces as unfinished as their minds.

Sensuality reconciles us with the human race. The misanthropy of the old is due in large part to the fading of the magic glow of desire.

The burning conviction that we have a holy duty toward others is often a way of attaching our drowning selves to a passing raft.

Our passionate preoccupation with the sky, the stars, and a God somewhere in outer space is a homing impulse. We are drawn back to where we came from.

The fanatical Communist refuses to believe any unfavorable report or evidence about Russia, nor will he be disillusioned by seeing with his own eyes the cruel misery inside the Soviet promised land. It is the true believer's ability to "shut his eyes and stop his ears" to facts that do not deserve to be either seen or heard which is the source of his unequaled fortitude and constancy. He cannot be frightened by danger, nor disheartened by obstacles, nor baffled by contradictions because he denies their existence.

Glory is largely a theatrical concept. There is no striving for glory without a vivid awareness of an audience.