if one's natural feelings are suppressed long enough one develops supernatural feelings and feels surer of having a soul.

I remember being very smart, which is a form of stupidity. I try not to remember it, but it occurs to me that I may have felt intellectual. I entertained views too noble or too bitter to be true. I must have done some soul-stretching of my mental neck.

This is the wonderful thing about the pure in heart--they do see God.

Not everything you hear about yourself can be considered good publicity. And if you have delicate sensibilities, the currycomb of public imagination frequently rubs your vanities the wrong way.

Maybe I shall never achieve happiness, but one thing I have had - the terrible wisdom of love.

No one has yet had the courage to memorialize his wealth on his tombstone. A dollar mark would not look well there.

if one's natural feelings are suppressed long enough one develops supernatural feelings and feels surer of having a soul.