I had a million questions to ask God: but when I met Him, they all fled my mind; and it didn't seem to matter.

The everlasting lure of round-the-corner, how fascinating it is.

A mind too proud to unbend over the small ridiculosa of life is as painful as a library with no trash in it.

There is no mistaking a real book when one meets it. It is like falling in love.

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

Any man worth his salt has by the time he is forty-five accumulated a crown of thorns, and the problem is to learn to wear it over one ear.

Big shots are only little shots who keep shooting.