Some of us are timid. We think we have something to lose so we don't try for that next hill.

Self-pity in its early stage is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable.

When I look back, I am so impressed again with the life-giving power of literature.

Reality has changed chameleonlike before my eyes so many times that I have learned, or am learning, to trust almost anything except what appears to be so.

Effective action is always unjust.

Information helps you to see that you're not alone. That there's somebody in Mississippi and somebody in Tokyo who have wept, who've all longed and lost, who've all been happy. So the library helps you to see, not only that you are not alone, but that you're not really any different from everyone else.

I thought if war did not include killing, I'd like to see one every year.