The old man began to sing. His voice was very lovely and obviously a part of something that the world had disposed of in its haste, evidence of a grander, kinder past.

I believe in discovering the love that exists and then trying to understand it. Not to invent a love and try to make it exist, but to find what does exist, and then to see what it is.

I'm confused, and brilliant books help me to be less so.

If Americans are to read something that is difficult, they will only do so supposing they will be admired for having done it.

In searching for a way out of my own troubles, I had found my way into the troubles of others, some long gone, and now I was trying to find my way back out, through their troubles, as if we human beings can ever learn from one another.

I am clearer in my mind and a bit less confused than I used to be.

A person always has a chance to protest this or that.