With every step of our lives we enter into the middle of some story which we are certain to misunderstand.

A nation that has nothing but its amusements will not be amused for long.

The Universe is the most extraordinary masterpiece ever constructed by nobody.

A man must be orthodox upon most things, or he will never even have time to preach his own heresy.

There is no logical connection between flying and laying eggs.

There is no way in which a man can earn a star or deserve a sunset.

Science boasts of the distance of its stars; of the terrific remoteness of the things of which it has to speak. But poetry and religion always insist upon the proximity, the almost menacing closeness of the things with which they are concerned. Always the Kingdom of Heaven is "At Hand."