Hope is a talent like any other.

Happiness comes of the capacity to feel deeply, to enjoy simply, to think freely, to risk life, to be needed.

Failures to love are irremediable and irredeemable.

Any marriage worth the name is no better than a series of beginnings - many of them abortive.

The young are so much more vulnerable than the old - the stuff is still warm and malleable, it takes impressions.

My mind is not suited to go much into company.

The hunger of the spirit for eternity - as fierce as a starving man's for bread - is much less a craving to go on living than a craving for redemption. Oh, and a protest against absurdity.