I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, hoever, turns out to be not a state but a process.

I would say if a man is going to write on chemistry, he learns chemistry. The same is true of Christianity. But to speak of the craft itself, I would not know how to advise a man how to write. It is a matter of talent and interest. I believe he must be strongly moved if he is to become a writer. Writing is like a 'lust,' or like 'scratching when you itch.' Writing comes as a result of a very strong impulse, and when it does come, I for one must get it out.

Since I am I, I must make an act of self-surrender, however small or however easy, in living to God rather than to my self.

We treat our dogs as if they were "almost human": that is why they really become "almost human" in the end.

The great thing is to be found at one's post as a child of God, living each day as though it were our last, but planning as though the world might last a hundred years.

What flows into you from myth is not truth but reality (truth is always about something, but reality is that about which truth is), and therefore, every myth becomes the father of innumerable truths on the abstract level.

If one could run without getting tired I don't think one would often want to do anything else.