I pray because I can't help myself.

It's all love or sex these days. Friendship is almost as quaint and outdated a notion as chastity. Soon friends will be like the elves and the pixies - fabulous mythical creatures from a distant past.

Actually it seems to me that one can hardly say anything either bad enough or good enough about life.

We must picture Hell as a state where everyone is perpetually concerned about his own dignity and advancement, where everyone has a grievance, and where everyone lives the deadly serious passions of envy, self-importance, and resentment.

Atheists express their rage against God although in their view He does not exist.

The story itself should force its moral upon you. You find out what the moral is by writing the story.

God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks to us in our conscience, but shouts in our pains.