He knew now, and the knowledge was hard, that his task had never been to undo what he had done, but to finish what he had begun.

The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty; not knowing what comes next.

I've got some gift for languages. You follow your gift. But Latin's not easy.

A profound love between two people involves, after all, the power and chance of doing profound hurt.

If civilization has an opposite, it is war.

All knowledge is local, all truth is partial. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is part of the whole knowledge. Once you have seen the larger pattern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole.

What is life without incompatible realities?