The genuine writer cannot ignore the fact that the family is losing its spiritual foundation.

Kindness, I've discovered, is everything in life.

We know what a person thinks not when he tells us what he thinks, but by his actions.

Every creator painfully experiences the chasm between his inner vision and its ultimate expression. The chasm is never completely bridged. We all have the conviction, perhaps illusory, that we have much more to say than appears on the paper.

What happened was no accident. Everything was preordained. True, the will was free, but heaven also made its ordinances.

I am not ashamed to admit that I belong to those who fantasize that literature is capable of bringing new horizons and new perspectives--philosophical, religious, aesthetical and even social.

What nature delivers to us is never stale. Because what nature creates has eternity in it.