Whew, ' he said, 'I'm glad that's over, Thomas. I've been feeling awfully bad about it.' It was only too evident that he no longer did.

He was impregnably armored by his good intentions and his ignorance.

Innocence is a kind of insanity

Thought's a luxury. Do you think the peasant sits and thinks of God and Democracy when he gets inside his mud hut at night?

I never knew a man who had better motives for all the trouble he caused.

Death was far more certain than God.

Perhaps to the soldier the civilian is the man who employs him to kill, who includes the guilt of murder in the pay-envelope and escapes responsibility.

So much of war is sitting around and doing nothing, waiting for somebody else. With no guarantee of the amount of time you have left it doesn't seem worth even starting a train of thought.

They killed him because he was too innocent to live.

Neither of us mentioned him when we woke on the morning after his death...One is not jealous of the dead, and it seemed easy to me that morning to take up our old life together.

Innocence always calls mutely or protection when we would be so much wise to guard ourselves against it: innocence is like a dumb leper who has lost his bell, wandering the world, meaning no harm.

Think'st thou heaven is such a glorious thing?I tell thee, 'tis not so fair as thouOr any man that breathes on earth.

At some point, human intelligence became collective and cumulative in a way that happened to no other animal.

A fool believes that the society of the future will transcend the laws of economics. A person of reason hopes that it will finally learn to respect them.

It is the essence of genius to make use of the simplest ideas.

When people know the desired destination, they’re free to improvise, as needed, in arriving there.

If I can make programmes when I'm 95, that would be fine. But I would think I'll have had enough by then.

If you have a problem with my answer that's your problem, not my problem.

There wasn't enough chocolate in the world to make this better.

What is there to do when people die - people so dear and rare - but bring them back by remembering?

No one gives you anything in life. You gotta work hard and go after it to get it.