What a strange power there is in clothing.

I was brought up to believe in free will. Although I came to doubt all revelation, I can never accept the idea that the Universe is a physical or chemical accident, a result of blind evolution. Even though I learned to recognize the lies, the clichés and the idolatries of the human mind, I still cling to some truths which I think all of us might accept some day.

The very essence of literature is the war between emotion and intellect, between life and death. When literature becomes too intellectual - when it begins to ignore the passions, the emotions - it becomes sterile, silly, and actually without substance.

The pessimism of the creative person is not decadence but a mighty passion for the redemption of man.

If Moses had been paid newspaper rates for the Ten Commandments, he might have written the Two Thousand Commandments.

Slaughter and justice cannot dwell together.

What a strange power there is in clothing.