I will not call it my philosophy; for I did not make it. God and humanity made it; and it made me.

Happiness is not only a hope, but also in some strange manner a memory ... we are all kings in exile.

Any one thinking of the Holy Child as born in December would mean by it exactly what we mean by it; that Christ is not merely a summer sun of the prosperous but a winter fire for the unfortunate.

We're all in the same boat, and we're all seasick.

The old religionist cried out for his god. The new religionist cries out for some god to be his.

I had always felt life first as a story: and if there is a story there is a story-teller

The center of every man's existence is a dream.