It is a sad day when one looks back and sees that his largest regrets have become some of the most integral elements of his dreams.

What I mean is, I love winter, and when you really love something, then it loves you back, in whatever way it has to love.

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

the scornful force of his tone turned the word into a curse

There was no harm in taking aim, even if the target was a dream.

The summer of 1943 at Exeter was as happy a time as I ever had in my life.

Peace is indivisible, and the surrounding world confusion found no reflection inside me.