But there comes a time in everybody's life when he must decide whether he'll live among human beings or nota fool among fools or a fool alone.

But soon we shall die and all memory of those five will have left the earth, and we ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.

When God loves a creature he wants the creature to know the highest happiness and the deepest misery ... He wants him to know all that being alive can bring. That is his best gift.... There is no happiness save in understanding the whole.

For what human ill does dawn not seem to be alternative?

There is one regard in which bullies show real perception when compared with their victims; it is their silent good-natured pleasure of the moment.

Many who have spent a lifetime in it can tell us less of love than the child that lost a dog yesterday.

We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.