Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment.
Nothing is more pleasing and engaging than the sense of having conferred benefits. Not even the gratification of receiving them.
Death, after all, is the common expectation from birth. Neither heroes nor cowards can escape it.
I go to Prague every year if I can, value my relationships there like gold, and feel myself in a sense Czech, with all their hopes and needs. They are a people I not only love, but admire.
There is in the end no remedy but truth. It is the one course that cannot be evil.