All great and precious things are lonely.

It would be absurd if we did not understand both angels and devils, since we invented them.

A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it.

People need responsibility. They resist assuming it, but they cannot get along without it.

A book is somehow sacred. A dictator can kill and maim people, can sink to any kind of tyranny and only be hated, but when books are burned the ultimate in tyranny has happened. This we cannot forgive.

The lies we tell about our duty and our purposes, the meaningless words of science and philosophy, are walls that topple before a bewildered little ‘why’.

Courage and fear were one thing too.