There is a law written in the darkest of the Books of Life, and it is this: If you look at a thing nine hundred and ninety-nine times, you are perfectly safe; if you look at it the thousandth time, you are in frightful danger of seeing it for the first time.

One of the great disadvantages of hurry is that it takes such a long time.

The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine, and a good cigar.

What is the good of telling a community that it has every liberty except the liberty to make laws? The liberty to make laws is what constitutes a free people.

If, therefore, nonsense is really to be the literature of the future, it must have its own version of the Cosmos to offer; the world must not only be tragic, romantic, and religious, it must be nonsensical also.

Moral issues are always terribly complex for someone without principles.

Classic literature is still something that hangs in the air like a song.