We have all forgotten what we really are. All that we call common sense and rationality and practicality and positivism only means that for certain dead levels of our life we forget that we have forgotten. All that we call spirit and art and ecstasy only means that for one awful instant we remember that we forget.

A good Moslem king was one who was strict in religion, valiant in battle, just in giving judgment among his people, but not one who had the slightest objection in international matters to removing his neighbour's landmark.

Men always talk about the most important things to perfect strangers.

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

You never know the best about men until you know the worst about them.

All men matter. You matter. I matter. It's the hardest thing in theology to believe.

What a glorious garden of wonders the lights of Broadway would be to anyone lucky enough to be unable to read.