Perfect love is long delayed.

Often, to be free means the ability to deal with the realities of one's own situation so as not to be overcome by them.

The years, the months, the days, and the hours have flown by my open window. Here and there an incident, a towering moment, a naked memory, an etched countenance, a whisper in the dark, a golden glow these and much more are the woven fabric of the time I have lived.

What I have written is but a fleeting intimation of the outside of what one man sees and may tell about the path he walks. No one shares the secret of a life; no one enters into the heart of the mystery.

A bigot is a person who makes an idol of his commitments.

During times of war, hatred becomes quite respectable even though it has to masquerade often under the guise of patriotism.

There must be always remaining in every life, some place for the singing of angels, some place for that which in itself is breathless and beautiful.