A blessed spirit is a mould ever more and more patient of the bright metal poured into it, a body ever more completely uncovered to the meridian blaze of the spiritual sun.

I see people, as they approach me, trying to make up their minds whether they'll 'say something about it' or not. I hate if they do, and if they don't.

Democracy demands that little men should not take big ones too seriously; it dies when it is full of little men who think they are big themselves.

We do not truly see light, we only see slower things lit by it, so that for us light is on the edge-the last thing we know before things become too swift for us.

The way for a person to develop a style is (a) to know exactly what he wants to say, and (b) to be sure he is saying exactly that.

Fallen man is not simply an imperfect creature who needs improvement: he is a rebel who must lay down his arms.

The heart never takes the place of the head: but it can, and should, obey it.