Few forms of life are so engaging as birds.

In the past few years, I have made a thrilling discovery ... that until one is over sixty, one can never really learn the secret of living. One can then begin to live, not simply with the intense part of oneself, but with one's entire being.

What depresses me is the inevitable way the second rate forges ahead and the deserving is left behind.

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

As far back as I remember, long before I could write, I had played at making stories. But not until I was seven or more, did I begin to pray every night, "O God, let me write books! Please, God, let me write books!"

No idea is so antiquated that it was not once modern. No idea is so modern that it will not someday be antiquated.

Nothing is more trying than nerves to people who have none.