And what do all the great words come to in the end, but that? I love you - I am at rest with you - I have come home.

Praise God (or whatever it is) from (if direction exists) whom (if personality exists) all blessings (if that word corresponds to any percept of objective reality) flow (if Heraclitus and Bergson and Einstein are correct in stating that everything is more or less flowing about).

She couldn't have found anything nastier to say if she had thought it out with both hands for a fortnight.

Fantasy works inwards upon its author, blurring the boundary between the visioned and the actual, and associating itself ever moreclosely with the Ego, so that the child who has fantasied himself a murderer ends by becoming a Loeb or a Leopold. The creative Imagination works outwards, steadily increasing the gap between the visioned and the actual, till this becomes the great gulf fixed between art and nature. Few writers of crime-stories become murderers--if any do, it is not the result of identifying themselves with their murderous heroes.

There's ways and ways of dyin'. Some is took, and some takes French leave, and others is 'elped out of life.

The young were always theoretical; only the middle-aged could realize the deadliness of principles.

... at no point have I yet found artistic truth and theological truth at variance.