pity runs its course. An hour comes when no hand but your own can build your future.

Grief is illness. You cannot breathe; you cannot walk or eat or sleep. The sickness is entire, the body and the spirit.

of all the deprivations which afflict humankind, none is more dreadful than loneliness. A corrosive, it eats the heart out. People were meant to live by twos, with someone close with whom to share good and bad, to hear breathing in the dark room at night. Being alone is the one unnatural act.

There's no privacy for the violently dead.

Every door opens to something and it is better to go toward that something than to sit staring at the blank wall of time.

Each husband gets the infidelity he deserves.

No war can end war except a total war which leaves no human creature on earth. Each war creates the causes of war: hate, desire for revenge and have-nots, desperate with need.