That's the way things come clear. All of a sudden. And then you realize how obvious they've been all along.

On the other side of pain, there is still love.

I am not some kind of computer. Only machines have glib answers for everything.

The part of us that has to be burned away is something like the deadwood on the bush; it has to go, to be burned in the terrible fire of reality, until there is nothing left but . . . what we are meant to be.

Their love was a bright flower, youthful and radiantly beautiful.

The deeper and richer a personality is, the more full it is of paradox and contradiction. It is only a shallow character who offers us no problems of contrast.

If our language is watered down, then mankind becomes less human, and less free.