Increase your word power. Words are the raw material of our craft.

For me, the dead remain dead. If I couldn't believe that, I don't think I could go on living.

The world is changed not by the self-regarding, but by men and women prepared to make fools of themselves.

Perfect love may cast our fear, but fear is remarkably potent in casting out love.

It was reasonable to struggle, to suffer, perhaps even to die, for a more just, a more compassionate society, but not in a world with no future where, all to soon, the very words "justice," "compassion," "society," "struggle," "evil," would be unheard echoes on an empty air.

A nation that can't remember its dead will soon cease to be worth dying for.

Suicide is the most private and mysterious of acts, inexplicable because the chief actor is never there to explain it.