When everything is at risk, good judgment, not haste, makes the difference between life and death. Panic is the enemy.

If a man lived long enough, his past would always overtake him, no matter how fast he ran or how morally he tried to live subsequently. And how men dealt with that law ultimately revealed their true natures.

Just because you will not see the work completed does not mean you are free not to take it up.

Experiences are like hoarded gold. Whenever I dole out a piece of my private suffering, that is when I get letters from all over the world.

Her touch was as knowing and confident as her eyes, and as she focused all her attention upon me, I remembered that there is nothing so thrilling as a woman of words when she decides that the time for words is past.

...the larger world lay not across oceans but within the human mind and heart.

See Spot run!' is a perfect sentence in some ways. But I doubt the critics would say it was.