Relying on God has to begin all over again every day as if nothing had yet been done.

We who have been true readers all our life fully realize the enormous of our being which we owe to authors.

Each day we are becoming a creature of splendid glory or one of unthinkable horror.

If you simply try to tell the truth you will, nine times out of ten, be original without ever having noticed it.

There is a story about a schoolboy who was asked what he thought God was like. He replied that, as far as he could make out, God was 'the sort of person who is always snooping around to see if anyone is enjoying himself and then trying to stop it.'

Those of us who are blamed when old for reading childish books were blamed when children for reading books too old for us.

All your life an unattainable ecstasy has hovered just beyond the grasp of your consciousness.