Even idiots ocasionally speak the truth accidentally.

There is only one kind of wisdom that has any social value, and that is the knowledge of one's own limitations.

If you want your own way, God will let you have it. Hell is the enjoyment of one's own way forever.

I'm getting very old and my bones ache. My sins are deserting me, and if I could only have my time over again I'd take care to commit more of them.

It is not the business of the church to adapt Christ to men, but men to Christ.

Passion's a good, stupid horse that will pull the plough six days a week if you give him the run of his heels on Sundays. But love's a nervous, awkward, over-mastering brute; if you can't rein him, it's best to have no truck with him.

Everybody is, I suppose, either Classic or Gothic by nature. Either you feel in your bones that buildings should be rectangular boxes with lids to them, or you are moved to the marrow by walls that climb and branch, and break into a inflorescence of pinnacles.