Secrets are generally terrible. Beauty is not often hidden — only ugliness and deformity.

I suppose all this sounds very crazy — all these terrible emotions always do sound foolish when we put them into our inadequate words. They are not meant to be spoken — only felt and endured.

Nobody whom this war has touched will ever be happy again in quite the same way. But it will be a better happiness, I think, little sister - a happiness we've earned.

When I left Queen's my future seemed to stretch out before me like a straight road. I thought I could see along it for many a milestone. Now there is a bend in it. I don't know what lies around the bend, but I'm going to believe that the best does.

It makes you feel very virtuous when you forgive people, doesn't it?

Fear is a vile thing, and is at the bottom of almost every wrong and hatred of the world.

The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn't it?