Nothing else matters much...not wealth, nor learning, nor even health...without this gift: the spiritual capacity to keep zest in living. This is the creed of creeds, the final deposit and distillation of all important faiths: that you should be able to believe in life.

The stars are not so strange as the mind that studies them, analyzes their light, and measures their distance.

No character is ultimately tested until it has suffered.

God is not a cosmic bellboy for whom we can press a button to get things.

Self-pity gets you nowhere. But insight to see that something can be done with the second-bests and adventurous daring to try might be a handle to take hold of.

Opinions may be mistaken; love never is.

War's tragedy is that it uses man's best to do man's worst.