Any fear is always worse than the thing itself.

At first trouble is a new experience - gradually you learn that - that it isn't fatal.

Real separation, to me, is the death of love. Any other - parting - well, it just isn't real.

I would not preach tolerance, which seems to me another name for condescension and presupposes faults in those to be tolerated ... Nor do I believe in demanding love - that should be the gift of a free will. But simply to be kind - that is not too much to ask of any of us.

Any fear is always worse than the thing itself.

You can never tell what will happen to a theory before you can get around to using it.

Prejudice is a seeping, dark stain, I think, more difficult to fight than hatred-which is powerful and violent and somehow more honest.