Das Werk lobt den Meister. (German: The work proves the craftsman.)

The growth of love is not a straight line, but a series of hills and valleys.

We need the rock of the past under our feet in order to spring forward into the future.

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.

Almost all the joyful things of life are outside the measure of IQ tests.

A truly great work of art breaks beyond the bounds of the period and culture in which it is created, so final judgement on a current book has to be deferred until it can be seen outside this present moment.

People are more than just the way they look.