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.

Metaphysical speculation is about as pointless as a discussion on the meaning of one's lungs. They're for breathing.

No literary form is more revealing, more spontaneous or more individual than a letter.

It is difficult to be generous-minded to those we have greatly harmed.

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

the unforgivable was usually the most easily forgiven.

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