The portion we see of human beings is very small: their formats and faces, voices and words.... beyond these, like an immense dark continent, lies all that has made them.

The unexpectedness of life, waiting round every corner, catches even wise women unawares (...) To avoid corners altogether is, after all, to refuse to live.

Tolerance cannot afford to have anything to do with the fallacy that evil may convert itself to good.

Pain and fear and hunger are effects of causes which can be foreseen and known: but sorrow is a debt which someone else makes for us.

I have long come to believe that, more than any other destruction, our word-recklessness is endangering the future of us all.

The beckoning counts, and not the clicking of the latch behind you.

The art of learning fundamental common values is perhaps the greatest gain of travel to those who wish to live at ease among their fellows.