The tourist debauches the great monuments of antiquity, a comic figure, always inapt in his comments, incongruous in his appearance; ...avarice and deceit attack him at every step; the shops that he patronizes are full of forgeries... But we need feel no scruple or twinge of uncertainty; 'we' are travelers and cosmopolitans; the tourist is the other fellow.

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

His courtesy was somewhat extravagant. He would write and thank people who wrote to thank him for wedding presents and when he encountered anyone as punctilious as himself the correspondence ended only with death.

Its theme-- the operation of divine grace on a group of diverse but closely connected characters-- was perhaps presumptuously large, but I make no apology for it.

Enclosing every thin man, there's a fat man demanding elbow-room.

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.

One can write, think and pray exclusively of others; dreams are all egocentric.