The authentic is almost never found by being pursued; but there is no missing it when you are in its presence.

I never fail to be moved by knowing that the ground on which I walk is layered with the past- with achievement and strife and the repeated passions and conflicts of the human creature, always changing, always the same. Generations passing like grass.

Perhaps, if we don't always have a conscious conscience, we have a subliminal one, from which the memory of past wrongs is not so easily erased.

There's nothing like a gleam of humor to reassure you that a fellow human being is ticking inside a strange face.

While we allow the inhabitants of imaginary remote corners the authenticity of savages or sufferers, we rarely suppose them to possess the authenticity of complex, sophisticated perceptions.

It may be that just as tonality recurs in music and realism in painting, so the idea of liberalism recurs in politics-though each time in a different vein.

The vision of an entire world becoming just like us is at least as discomfiting as the thought that most of it won't.

The wonder is what you can make a paradise out of.