There are times when breakfast seems the one thing worth getting up for.

We must love one another, yes, yes, that's all true enough, but nothing says we have to like each other. It may be the very recognition of all men as our brothers that accounts for the sibling rivalry, and even enmity, we have toward so many of them.

Man is vile, I know, but people are wonderful.

What baffles me is the comfort people find in the idea that somebody dealt this mess. Blind and meaningless chance seems to me so much more congenial - or at least less horrible. Prove to me that there is a God and I will really begin to despair.

What we are assigned to bear is in a sense a measure of our stature.

It is the final proof of God's omnipotence that he need not exist in order to save us.

The difficulty with marriage is that we fall in love with a personality, but must live with a character.