A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And I was not afraid any more.

...no gift will ever buy back a man's love when you have removed his self-love.

There's something desirable about anything you're used to as opposed to something you're not.

Man himself has become our greatest hazard and our only hope. So that today, St. John the apostle may well be paraphrased: In the end is the Word, and the Word is Man - and the Word is with Men.

I dislike helplessness in other people and in myself, and this is by far my greatest fear of illness.

All great and precious things are lonely.

People do not want advice - they want corroboration.