I don't lack confidence. I don't sweat. I don't want to get too Zen on you, but I have to run my own race.
It's the safety valve of middle life, and the solace of age.
The author lives with one foot in an everyday world and the other feeling about anxiously for a foothold in another more precarious one.
Of one thing the reader can be certain: the more easily anything reads, the harder it has been to write.
Courage was America's watchword, but a courage of the body rather than of the soul - physical courage, not moral.
I hate those men who would send into war youth to fight and die for them; the pride and cowardice of those old men, making their wars that boys must die.
. . . if one can remember without loving, then couldn't one love without remembering?
Where is peace to be found? The answer is surprising but clear. In weakness. Why there? Because in our weakness, our familiar ways of controlling and manipulating our world are being stripped away, and we are forced to let go from doing much, thinking much, and relying on our self-sufficiency. Right there where we are most vulnerable, the peace that is not of this world is mysteriously hidden.
Political parties has nothing to do with religious problems, as long as these are not alien to the nation, undermining the morals and ethics of the race; just as religion cannot be amalgamated with the scheming of political parties.
I’m living now in my reward.
The extremist, isolationist policies of Jean-Marie Le Pen have been rejected and crushed