I still believe that peace and plenty and happiness can be worked out some way. I am a fool.

There is no peace, I'm sorry to say. We find it. We lose it. We find it again. We lose it again.

The brainless serenity of charwomen and janitors working late at night came over us. In a messy world we were at least making our little corner clean.

Hate, in the long run, is about as nourishing as cyanide.

Jesus of Nazareth told us to say these twelve words when we prayed: 'Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.' ... And for those words alone, he deserves to be called ;the Prince of Peace.

He hadn't killed nearly as many people as I had. But then again, he hadn't had my advantage, which was the full cooperation of our Government.

What war has always been is a puberty ceremony.