So the more things remain the same, the more they change after all.

Always say some prayers at night because it might turn out that there is a God.

Everything has to evolve or else it perishes.

Stranded in this mill town railroad yard while the whole world was converging elsewhere, we seemed to be nothing but children playing among heroic men.

It seemed clear that wars were not made by generations and their special stupidities, but that wars were made instead by something ignorant in the human heart

There are special, strange gifted people in the world and they have to be treated with understanding

I began to know that each morning reasserted the problems of night before, that sleep suspended all but changed nothing, that you couldn’t make yourself over between dawn and dusk.