The trees were full of silver-white sunlight and the meanest of them sparkled.

If you live today, you breath in nihilism ... it's the gas you breathe. If I hadn't had the Church to fight it with or to tell me the necessity of fighting it, I would be the stinkingest logical positivist you ever saw right now.

Being a Georgia author is a rather specious dignity, on the same order as, for the pig, being a Talmadge ham.

I write to discover what I know.

As for the blood and the head business, the blood and the head work together and what is not first in the blood can sometimes reach it by going first through the head and what is wrong in the blood can sometimes be tempered by the head.

There are some of us who have to pay for our faith every step of the way and who have to work out dramatically what it would be like without it and if being without it would be ultimately possible or not.

Faith is what someone knows to be true, whether they believe it or not.