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

Life wears down the edges of the mind.

Christmas is a mood, a quality, a symbol. It is never merely a fact.

And this is the strangest of all paradoxes of the human adventure; we live inside all experience, but we are permitted to bear witness only to the outside. Such is the riddle of life and the story of the passing of our days.

To love is to make of one's heart a swinging door.

A dream is the bearer of a new possibility, the enlarged horizon, the great hope.

keep fresh before me the moments of my high resolve.