She would not have cared to confess how infinitely she preferred the exactitude, the star-like impersonality, of figures to the confusion, agitation, and vagueness of the finest prose.

She seemed a compound of the autumn leaves and the winter sunshine ...

What is nobler, " she mused, turning over the photographs, "than to be a woman to whom every one turns, in sorrow or difficulty?

If all the world hated you and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved of you and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends.

There is no quality of human nature so nearly royal as the ability to yield gracefully.

You know, this is a war of ideology, a war of thoughts and of faith. And we need people to really stand for faith and trust, not hope and change.

What with making their way and enjoying what they have won, heroes have no time to think. But the sons of heroes - ah, they have all the necessary leisure.

The religions of the world are luminous in their individuality, and they have valuable social and soulmaking functions. Surely someday we will quit killing each other over their different strategies.

Differentiation is how ONE becomes many while remaining ONE. Differentiation is not separation.

How can such deep-imprinted images sleep in us at times, till a word, a sound, awake them?

Brian seemed to be in a state of confusion. I thought of packing my bags and going home. The squad seemed to me to be rudderless.

No life is a waste. The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we're alone.

A woman's mind is not an instrument apart from her other being. She does not separate herself as man does, now flesh, now mind, now heart. She is there as one, a unity complete and unified.