Between truth and the search for it, I choose the second.

A complete life may be one ending in so full an identification with the oneself that there is no self left to die.

It makes me happy to encounter goodness, love of work, humane intelligence, and people no matter at what kind of job, be it ever so humble, or ever so exalted, who do it well and con amore.

I am only a picture-taster, the way others are wine-or tea-tasters.

I would I could stand on a busy corner, hat in hand, and beg people to throw me all their wasted hours.

One can repent even of having repented.

Miracles happen to those who believe in them. Otherwise why does not the Virgin Mary appear to Lamaists, Mohammedans, or Hindus who have never heard of her.