Peace is not a passive but an active condition, not a negation but an affirmation.

Death was a beginning and not an end; it was the morning of the spirit. Tired bodies lay down to sleep and their souls wakened to the morning, rested; the first fruits of them that slept.

because we are always staring at the stars, we learn the shortness of our arms.

The author lives with one foot in an everyday world and the other feeling about anxiously for a foothold in another more precarious one.

There is nothing for the modern man or woman to fear about most cases of cancer. Nothing except delay.

Women are like dogs really. They love like dogs, a little insistently. And they like to fetch and carry and come back wistfully after hard words, and learn rather easily to carry a basket.

It is only in his head that man is heroic; in the pit of his stomach he is always a coward.