Peace was the third emotion. Love. Hate. Peace. Three emotions made the ply of human life.

It was odd, she thought, how if one was alone, one leant to inanimate things; trees, streams, flowers; felt they expressed one; felt they became one; felt they knew one, in a sense were one; felt an irrational tenderness thus (she looked at that long steady light) as for oneself.

The root of things, what they were all afraid of saying, was that happiness is dirt cheap. You can have it for nothing. Beauty.

When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness—I am nothing.

We can best help you to prevent war not by repeating your words and following your methods but by finding new words and creating new methods.

All extremes are dangerous.

Like all very handsome men who die tragically, he left not so much a character behind him as a legend. Youth and death shed a halo through which it is difficult to see a real face.