Nevertheless, in this sea of human wretchedness and malice there bloomed at times compassion, as a pale flower blooms in a putrid marsh.

But I think happiness springs from another source, a far deeper one that doesn't depend on will because it comes from love.

I go to church because I am a skeptic in regard to my own skepticism.

In the meantime the groans changed into the protracted, thunderous roar by which all living creatures are struck with terror, and the nerves of people, who do not know what fear is, shake, just as the window-panes rattle from distant cannonading.

Nevertheless, in this sea of human wretchedness and malice there bloomed at times compassion, as a pale flower blooms in a putrid marsh.

England is never in a hurry because she is eternal.

The profession of the writer has its thorns about which the reader does not dream.