The world dies over and over again, but the skeleton always gets up and walks.

The real enemy can always be met and conquered, or won over. Real antagonism is based on love, a love which has not recognized itself.

Everything that gets born dies.

The prisoner is not the one who has commited a crime, but the one who clings to his crime and lives it over and over.

A new world is not made simply by trying to forget the old. A new world is made with a new spirit, with new values. Our world may have begun that way, but today it is caricature. Our world is a world of things. What we dread most, in the face of the impending debacle, is that we shall be obliged to give up our gewgaws, our gadgets, all the little comforts that have made us so uncomfortable. We are not peaceful souls; we are smug, timid, queasy and quaky.

Wally Amos is the classic example of a man who gets up again and again.