If what we worship fail us, still the fire burns on, and it is much to have believed.

Don’t ask a writer what he’s working on. It’s like asking someone with cancer on the progress of his disease.

Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know.

I should like to bring a case to trial: Prosperity versus Beauty, Cash registers teetering in a balance against the comfort of the soul.

Happiness, to some, is elation; to others it is mere stagnation.

Happiness, to some, elation; Is, to others, mere stagnation.

How loud clocks can tick when a room is empty, and one is alone!