The hands that had made the sun and stars were too small to reach the huge heads of the cattle. Upon this paradox, we might almost say upon this jest, all the literature of our faith is founded.

The dignity of the artist lies in his duty of keeping awake the sense of wonder in the world.

It seems a pity that psychology has destroyed all our knowledge of human nature.

Unless a man becomes the enemy of an evil, he will not even become its slave but rather its champion.

Hope means hoping when everything seems hopeless.

Truth, of course, must of necessity be stranger than fiction, for we have made fiction to suit ourselves.

If a man does not talk to himself, it is because he is not worth talking to.