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.

No technological achievements can mitigate the disappointment of modern man, his loneliness, his feeling of inferiority, and his fear of war, revolution and terror. Not only has our generation lost faith in Providence but also in man himself, in his institutions and often in those who are nearest to him.

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

There is no death. How can there be death if everything is part of the Godhead? The soul never dies and the body is never really alive.

What's the good of not believing? Today it's your wife you don't believe; tomorrow it's God Himself you won't take stock in.

There is great treasure there behind our skull and this is true about all of us. This little treasure has great, great powers, and I would say we only have learnt a very, very small part of what it can do.

The greatness of art is not to find what is common but what is unique.