The summer moon hung full in the sky. For the time being it was the great fact of the world.

It's all very well to tell us to forgive our enemies; our enemies can never hurt us very much. But oh, what about forgiving our friends?

Personal hatred and family affection are not incompatible; they often flourish and grow strong together.

The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to the young.

A soup like this is not the work of one man. It is the result of a constantly refined tradition. There are nearly a thousand years of history in this soup.

Miracles surround us at every turn if we but sharpen our perceptions of them.

Even the wicked get worse than they deserve.