No story ever really ends, and I think I know why.

Philosophy is really homesickness.

Every truth must be accompanied by some corresponding act.

Those are not the tears of repentance!... Self-loathing is not sorrow. Yet it is good, for it marks a step in the way home, and in the father's arms the prodigal forgets the self he abominates.

If both Church and fairy-tale belong to humanity, they may occasionally cross circles, without injury to either.

Half of the misery in the world comes from trying to look, instead of trying to be, what one is not.

In Giving, a man receives more than he gives; and the more is in proportion to the worth of the thing given.