For those who believe, no explanation is necessary. For those who do not believe, no explanation is possible.

Which road, which road did you takeThat brought you here at last?No road, no road did I take.I leaped, I leaped from dream to dream.

. . . failure is also the stern parent of truth. (p525)

Everything in this world is primarily a matter of morals, and only very much later one of politics.

We belong far less to where we've come from than where we want to go.

The old sporadic fanaticism of religious hatred had been skillfully perverted into the cold, steady fanaticism of national hate.