Some people are always thirsting for water from other people's wells.

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.

The sick soon come to understand that they live in a different world from that of the well and that the two cannot communicate.

In their sympathies, children feel nearer animals than adults. They frolic with animals, caress them, share with them feelings neither has words for. Have they ever stroked any adult with the love they bestow on a cat? Hugged any grownup with the ecstasy they feel when clasping a puppy?

Faithfulness to the past can be a kind of death above ground. Writing of the past is a resurrection; the past then lives in your words and you are free.

The emotion, the ecstasy of love, we all want, but God spare us the responsibility.

Somehow I have the feeling that in some book is the great treasure I've been looking for all my life.