Everybody thinks of others as being excessively human, with all the frailties and crotchets appertaining to that curious condition. But each of us also seems to regard himself as existing on a detached plane of observation, exempt (save in moments of avid crisis) from the strange whims of humanity en masse.

Friendships do not grow up in any carefully tended and contemplated fashion.... They begin haphazard.

April prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks Go.

Truth is what every man sees lurking at the bottom of his own soul, like the oyster shell housewives put in the kitchen kettle to collect the lime from the water. By and by each man's iridescent oyster shell of Truth becomes coated with the lime of prejudice and hearsay.

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.

They go in [to the library] not because they need any certain volume but because they feel that there may be some book that needs them.