When you ascend the hill of prosperity, may you not meet a friend.

We all belong to the nasty stinking little human race, & of course it is not nice for God's beloved vermin to scoff at each other... Oh, we are a nasty little lot-& to think there are people who would like to save us & continue us. It won't happen if I have any influence.

Life would be infinitely happier if we could only be born at the age of eighty and gradually approach eighteen.

I have learned that human existence is essentially tragic. It is only the love of God, disclosed and enacted in Christ, that redeems the human tragedy and makes it tolerable. No, more than tolerable. Wonderful.

When a person cannot deceive himself the chances are against his being able to deceive other people.

There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.

When a man loves cats, I am his friend and comrade, without further introduction.