The wonder is what you can make a paradise out of.

While we allow the inhabitants of imaginary remote corners the authenticity of savages or sufferers, we rarely suppose them to possess the authenticity of complex, sophisticated perceptions.

The vision of an entire world becoming just like us is at least as discomfiting as the thought that most of it won't.

It may be that just as tonality recurs in music and realism in painting, so the idea of liberalism recurs in politics-though each time in a different vein.

The worst losses come at night.

The wonder is what you can make a paradise out of.

Perhaps, if we don't always have a conscious conscience, we have a subliminal one, from which the memory of past wrongs is not so easily erased.