In A Small Cathedral Town Where Changes

When It Comes To Believing Things Without Actual Evidence, We All Incline To What We Find Most Attractive.

You Will Have Time, That Rare And Lovely Gift That Your Western Countries Have Lost The More They Have Pursued It.

There Are Times In Life When The Most Comfortable Thing Is To Do Nothing At All. Things Happen To You And You Just Let Them Happen.

If I Had A Child Who Wanted To Be A Teacher, I Would Bid Him Godspeed As If He Were Going To War. For Indeed The War Against Prejudice, Greed, And Ignorance Is Eternal, And Those Who Dedicate Themselves To It Give Their Lives No Less Because They May Live To See Some Fraction Of The Battle Won.

What A Host Of Little Incidents, All Deep-buried In The Past -- Problems That Had Once Been Urgent, Arguments That Had Once Been Keen, Anecdotes That Were Funny Only Because One Remembered The Fun. Did Any Emotion Really Matter When The Last Trace Of It Had Vanished From Human Memory; And If That Were So, What A Crowd Of Emotions Clung To Him As To Their Last Home Before Annihilation? He Must Be Kind To Them, Must Treasure Them In His Mind Before Their Long Sleep.