Limbo is the place. In Limbo one has natural happiness without the beatific vision; no harps; no communal order; but wine and conversation and imperfect, various humanity. Limbo for the unbaptized, for the pious heathen, the sincere sceptic.

If politicians and scientists were lazier, how much happier we should all be

At first it was impressive, but after half and hour deadly monotonous. It was like everything German - overdone.

Beware of writing to me. I always answer ... My father spent the last 20 years of his life writing letters. If someone thanked him for a wedding present, he thanked them for thanking him and there was no end to the exchange but death.

There is practically no sense that is not violated every time we return from the country or the sea to Paris or London or New York.

... the understatement, the self-ridicule, the delight in the foreignness of foreigners, the complete denial of any attempt to enlist the sympathies of his readers in the hardships he has capriciously invited.

Saints are simply men & women who have fulfilled their natural obligation which is to approach God.