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

you'd like the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. That must be the most futile oath anyone ever swears.

There comes a time when every scientist, even God, has to write off an experiment.

Time didn't heal, but it anesthetized. The human mind could only feel so much.

Feel, he told himself, feel, feel, feel. Even if what you feel is pain, only let yourself feel.

A man who lives with nature is used to violence and is companionable with death. There is more violence in an English hedgerow than in the meanest streets of a great city.

Ambition, if it were to be savored, let alone achieved, had to be rooted in possibility.