“How little we have, I thought, between us and the waiting cold, the mystery, death—a strip of beach, a hill, a few walls of wood or stone, a little fire—and tomorrow’s sun, rising and warming us, tomorrow’s hope of peace… — Robert Nathan Copy Share Image
How little we have, I thought, between us and the waiting cold, the mystery, death--a strip of beach, a hill, a few walls of wood or stone, a little fire--and tomorrow's sun, rising and warming us, tomorrow's hope of peace… — Robert Nathan Copy Share Image
Give thanks for sorrow that teaches you pity; for pain that teaches you courage-and give exceedingly thanks for the mystery which remains a mystery… — Robert Nathan Copy Share Image
“There were many candidates for this office, but none, thought the bishop, of the stuff of which an archdeacon is made. And he went… — Robert Nathan Copy Share Image
“ONE must sometimes believe what one cannot understand. That is the method of the scientist as well as the mystic: faced with a universe… — Robert Nathan Copy Share Image
“She was named Juliet, after his wife, the bishop thought, but that was not what Julia meant at all. She was far too modest… — Robert Nathan Copy Share Image
Where I come from Nobody knows; And where I'm going Everything goes. The wind blows, The sea flows - And nobody knows. — Robert Nathan Copy Share Image
“His mother on the other hand, drawing his head down to her bosom, exclaimed with a sigh, “My poor son.” And she remained silent,… — Robert Nathan Copy Share Image
Summer is the worst time of all to be alone. The earth is warm and lovely, free to go about in; and always somewhere… — Robert Nathan Copy Share Image
“During this period, the legendary Louis B. Mayer contracted him to Hollywood to become a screenwriter. Nathan ultimately didn’t enjoy the experience, though the… — Robert Nathan Copy Share Image
“I grieve for your grandparents,” continued Michael. “But after all, that was in another land, and in a different time. I need not point… — Robert Nathan Copy Share Image
“It seems to me that I have always wanted to say the same thing in my books: that life is one, that mystery is… — Robert Nathan Copy Share Image
Give thanks for sorrow that teaches you pity; for pain that teaches you courage. — Robert Nathan Copy Share Image
