Every Mother contains her daughter in herself and every daughter her mother and every mother extends backwards into her mother and forwards into her daughter.

People cannot stand too much Reality.

The creative process is a living thing, implanted, as it were in the souls of men.

The more uncertain I have felt about myself, the more there has grown up in me a feeling of kinship with all things.

St. Thomas is really a great man quite apart from his saintliness.

The reason for such an “unreasonable” attitude with me is that I am not at all sure what will happen to me after death. I have good reasons to assume that things are not finished with death. Life seems to be an interlude in a long story.

Mistakes are, after all, the foundations of truth, and if a man does not know what a thing is, it is at least an increase in knowledge if he knows what it is not.