For they (art and music) are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited.

Your people eat dry and tasteless flesh but it is off plates as smooth as ivory and as round as the sun.

We only learn to behave ourselves in the presence of God.

No interviews without appointments except between nine and ten p.m. on second Saturdays.

...if all we mean by our love is a craving to be loved, we are in a very deplorable state.

God is the food our spirits were designed to feed on.

Child,' said the Lion, 'I am telling you your story, not hers. No one is told any story but their own.