The will, the will not ever to die, the refusal to resign oneself to death, ceaselessly builds the house of life while the keen blasts and icy winds of reason unceasingly batter at the structure and beat it down.

From the subterranean ore of memory we extract the jeweled visions of our future.

Dream abides; it is the only things that abides; vision abides.

Love is the child of illusion and the parent of disillusion.

There are people who are so full of common sense that they haven't the slightest cranny left for their own sense.

What is certain is that for thinking believers to-day, faith is, before all and above all, wishing that God may exist.

All knowledge has an ultimate goal. Knowledge for the sake of knowledge is, say what you will, nothing but a dismal begging of the question.