The man who never in his life Has washed the dishes with his wife Or polished up the silver plate - He still is largely celibate.

Religion is an attempt, a noble attempt, to suggest in human terms more-than-human realities.

The real purpose of books is to trap the mind into doing its own thinking.

The little Plumpuppets are fairies of beds; They have nothing to do but watch sleepyheads; They turn down the sheets and they tuck you in tight, And dance on your pillow to wish you good night!

The misfortunes hardest to bear are these which never came.

Men talk of "finding God," but no wonder it is difficult; He is hidden in that darkest hiding-place, your heart. You yourself are a part of Him.

The bicycle, the bicycle surely, should always be the vehicle of novelists and poets.