And all the time - such is the tragic comedy of our situation - we continue to clamor for those very qualities we are rendering impossible. We make men without chests and expect of them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honor and are shocked to find traitors in our midst. We castrate and bid the geldings be fruitful.

It is wonderful what you can do when you have to.

Pooh! Grown-ups are always thinking of uninteresting explanations.

I think it very wrong to pray for people while they are in distress and then not to continue praying, now with thanksgiving, when they are relieved.

She remembered, as every sensible person does, that you should never never shut yourself up in a wardrobe.

The great thing to remember is that though our feelings come and go God's love for us does not.

Now God designed the human machine to run on Himself. He Himself is the fuel our spirits were designed to burn, or the food our spirits were designed to feed on. There is no other.