It is always difficult to get across to people who are not professional writers that a talent to write does not mean a talent to write anything at all.

The Southerner is usually tolerant of those weaknesses that proceed from innocence.

I know that the writer does call up the general and maybe the essential through the particular, but this general and essential is still deeply embedded in mystery. It is not answerable to any of our formulas.

Faith comes and goes. It rises and falls like the tides of an invisible ocean. If it is presumptuous to think that faith will stay with you forever, it is just as presumptuous to think that unbelief will.

Most of us come to the church by a means the church does not allow.

You get a real person down there and his talking will take care of itself.

I once received a letter from an old lady in California who informed me that when the tired reader comes home at night, he wishes to read something that will lift up his heart. And it seems her heart had not been lifted up by anything of mine she had read. I think that if her heart had been in the right place, it would have been lifted up.