To a thrifty theologian, bent on redemption with economy, there are few points of ethics too fine-spun for splitting.

Words, like acts, become stale when they are repeated.

I've liked life well enough, but I reckon I'll like death even better as soon as I've gotten used to the feel of it. ... I shouldn't be amazed to find it less lonely than life after I'm once safely settled.

America has enjoyed the doubtful blessing of a single-track mind.

A doctrine of endurance flows easily from our lips when we are enduring jam and our neighbors dry bread, and it is still possible for us to become resigned to the afflictions of our brother.

What fools people are when they think they can make two lives belong together by saying words over them.

Nothing in life is so hard that you can't make it easier by the way you take it.