He is thinking quietly: I should not have got out of the habit of prayer.

I dont hate it he thought, panting in the cold air, the iron New England dark; I dont. I dont! I dont hate it! I dont hate it!

The books I read are the ones I knew and loved when I was a young man and to which I return as you do to old friends.

Only when the clock stops does time come to life

You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.

Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do.

It is easy enough to say that man is immortal simply because he will endure: that when the last ding-dong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking.