I willingly believe that the damned are, in one sense, successful, rebels to the end; that the doors of hell are locked on the inside.

Why must holy places be dark places?

I was wondering — I mean — could there be some mistake? Because nobody called me and Scrubb, you know. It was we who asked to come here. You would not have called me unless I had been calling you.

Joy is the serious business of heaven. Our merriment must be between people who take each other seriously.

I would prefer to battle the 'I'm special' feeling not by the thought, 'I'm no more special than anyone else,' by by the feeling, 'Everyone is as special as me.'

For the Present is the point at which time touches eternity.

You've no idea how good an old joke sounds when you take it out again after a rest of five or six hundred years.