The marriage of convenience has this to recommend it: we are better judges of convenience than we are of love.

Those who turn to God for comfort may find comfort but I do not think they will find God.

In youth we are plagued by desire; in later years, by the desire to feel desire.

In life, as in restaurants, we swallow a lot of indigestible stuff just because it comes with the dinner.

Don't look for God where He is needed most; if you didn't bring Him there, He isn't there.

Humiliation is a vast country of imprecise boundaries. If you think you're there, you are. The neurotic rule: when in doubt, go ahead and feel humiliated.

Says the rude child: "No, I won't do it." Says the courteous grown-up: "Yes, I won't do it.