Luck, you see, brings bitter friends.

But I think that because they trusted themselves and respected themselves as individuals, because they knew beyond doubt that they were valuable and potentially moral units -- because of this they could give God their own courage and dignity and then receive it back. Such things have disappeared perhaps because men do not trust themselves anymore, and when that happens there is nothing left except perhaps to find some strong sure man, even though he may be wrong, and to dangle from his coattails.

I nearly always write — just as I nearly always breathe.

The bank is something more than men, I tell you. It's the monster. Men made it, but they can't control it.

So many old and lovely things are stored in the world's attic because we don't want them around us and we don't dare throw them out.

Dear Lord,' he said. 'let me be like Aron. Don’t make me mean. I don’t want to be. If you will let everybody like me, why, I’ll give you anything in the world, and if I haven’t got it, why, I’ll go for to get it. I don’t want to be mean. I don’t want to be lonely. For Jesus’ sake, Amen.

Thoughts are slow and deep and golden in the morning.