It is within my power either to serve God or not to serve Him. Serving Him, I add to my own good and the good of the whole world. Not serving Him, I forfeit my own good and deprive the world of that good, which was in my power to create.

To speak of it would be giving importance to that which has none.

For if we allow that human life is always guided by reason, we destroy the premise that life is possible at all.

A wife's a worry, a non-wife's even worse.

The activity of art is... as important as the activity of language itself, and as universal.

She had no need to ask why he had come. She knew as certainly as if he had told her that he was here to be where she was.

To regard Christ as God, and to pray to him, are to my mind the greatest possible sacrilege.