Neither way is better. / Both ways are necessary. / It is also necessary / To make a choice between them.

Writing every day is a way of keeping the engine running, and then something good may come out of it.

A thousand policemen directing traffic cannot tell you why you come or where you go.

In our rhythm of earthly life we tire of light. We are glad when the day ends, when the play ends; and ecstasy is too much pain.

Liberty is a different kind of pain from prison.

This is one moment, / But know that another / Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy.

…Forgive us, O Lord, we acknowledge ourselves as type of the common man, Of the men and women who shut the door and sit by the fire; Who fear the blessing of God, the loneliness of the night of God, the surrender required, the deprivation inflicted; Who fear the injustice of men less than the justice of God; Who fear the hand at the window, the fire in the thatch, the fist in the tavern, the push into the canal, Less than we fear the love of God.