For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves.

Like one who has eaten and drunk too much and vomits painfully and then feels better, so did the restless man wish he could rid himself with one terrific heave of these pleasures, of these habits of this entirely senseless life.

Writing is good, thinking is better. Cleverness is good, patience is better.

Each of us is merely one human being, merely an experiment, a way station. But each of us should be on the way toward perfection, should be striving to reach the center, not the periphery.

I shall begin my story with an experience I had when I was ten and attended our small town's Latin school.

If time is not real, then the dividing line between this world and eternity, between suffering and bliss, between good and evil, is also an illusion.

Every politician in the world is all for revolution, reason, and disarmament-but only in enemy countries, not in his own.