This is, first and last, the real value of Christmas; in so far as the mythology remains at all it is a kind of happy mythology. Personally, of course, I believe in Santa Claus; but it is the season of forgiveness, and I will forgive others for not doing so.

All the exaggerations are right, if they exaggerate the right thing.

You may think a crime horrible because you could never commit it. I think it is horrible because I could commit it.

There is one thing which gives radiance to everything. It is the idea of something around the corner.

It might reasonably be maintained that the true object of all human life is play. Earth is a task garden; heaven is a playground. To be at last in such secure innocence that one can juggle with the universe and the stars, to be so good that one can treat everything as a joke - that may be, perhaps, the real end and final holiday of human souls.

The humorous look of children is perhaps the most endearing of all the bonds that hold the Cosmos together.

I am not absentminded. It is the presence of mind that makes me unaware of everything else.