Only a fool would refuse to enter a fool's paradise when that's the only paradise he'll ever have a chance to enter.

I am always jumping into the sausage grinder and deciding, even before I’m half ground, that I don’t want to be a sausage after all.

One can write out of love or hate. Hate tells one a great deal about a person. Love makes one become the person. Love, contrary to legend, is not half as blind, at least for writing purposes, as hate. Love can see the evil and not cease to be love. Hate cannot see the good and remain hate. The writer, writing out of hatred, will, thus, paint a far more partial picture than if he had written out of love.

There are two barriers that often prevent communication between the young and their elders. The first is middle-aged forgetfulness of the fact that they themselves are no longer young. The second is youthful ignorance of the fact that the middle aged are still alive.

Nothing is so dear as what you're about to leave.

A religious awakening which does not awaken the sleeper to love has roused him in vain.

Memory is a magnet. It will pull to it and hold only material nature has designed it to attract.