One of the small consolations of old age, if you are lucky, can be at least a partial recovery of innocence.

Years ago I heard the Indian Jesuit Raimundo Panikkar say: Expect Nothing.

I'm afraid my glass is no longer half full because I drank most of it.

To insist that I am not forgiven is a kind of inverse arrogance.

We all have the right to be wrong and be loved just the same.

Ideals are great as long as they don't get in the way of what we want to do.

Until we can sense a sacred quality in time we will not begin to have a fuller understanding of it.

I feel that the only true security I have is my capacity, however limited, to love.

I think that an act of love is immortal; once tendered, it can never really be taken back.

If there were no nobodies, The somebodies would not have anybody, To convince that they were somebody, Except some other somebody, Who would not be convinced anyway.

Before I can accept someone's help, I must accept their presence.

Where does one run to escape from feelings?

...he called after her as shedisappeared down the path, a pretty girl in a hurry...

Going too far is half the pleasure of not getting anywhere.

A myth is an old lie that people believe in. White people believe that they're better than anyone else on earth - and that's a myth.

Blank-slate friendships were thin and temperamental. She knew that. There was no history there to cement people together, for better or worse.

I know they are naught things, but I devour novels.” (p. 57).

The tiger springs in the new year. Us he devours.

In 1968 the Arts Council managed to get a grant from the treasury to buy up a lot of derelict touring theatres and put them back in the hands of the local authorities.

there are times when you have to speak because silence is betrayal.

I say that Roger Casement Did what he had to do, He died upon the gallows But that is nothing new.