Art, I suppose, is only for beginners, who have made up in their minds to be content with symbols rather than with what they signify, with the elegantly composed recipe in lieu of actual dinner.

Real progress is progress in charity, all other advances being secondary thereto.

Nothing — the only perfection, the only absolute. Infinite and eternal nothing.

In books, the proportion of exceptional to commonplace people is high; in reality, very low.

There are few who would not rather be taken in adultery than in provocation.

God in the safe and Ford on the shelves.

Peace is a necessary condition of spirituality, no less than an inevitable result of it.