When the individual feels, the community reels.

I have always found that Angels have the vanity to speak of themselves as the only wise.

All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours.

I know the outer world as well as you do, and I judge it. You know nothing of my inner world, and yet you presume to judge that world.

Faith, it is evident, may be relied on to produce sustained action and, more rarely, sustained contemplation.

I've never discussed my writing with others much, but I don't believe it can do any harm. I don't think that there's any risk that ideas or materials will evaporate.

I am ignorant and impotent and yet, somehow or other, here I am, unhappy, no doubt, profoundly dissatisfied ... In spite of everything I survive.