Art is the triumph over chaos.

For me, a page of good prose is where one hears the rain and the noise of battle. It has the power to give grief or universality that lends it a youthful beauty.

The deep joy we take in the company of people with whom we have just recently fallen in love is undisguisable.

It was a splendid summer morning and it seemed as if nothing could go wrong.

Wisdom we know is the knowledge of good and evil, not the strength to choose between the two.

Wisdom is the knowledge of good and evil, not the strength to choose between the two.