True' and 'false' are the evasions of people who never want to arrive at a decision. Truth is something without end.

All still lifes are actually paintings of the world on the sixth day of creation, when God and the world were alone together, without man!

... the novel is called upon like no other art form to incorporate the intellectual content of an age.

There is, in short, no great idea that stupidity could not put to its own uses [....] The truth by comparison, has only one appearance and only one path, and is always at a disadvantage.

and while faith based on theological reasoning is today universally engaged in a bitter struggle with doubt and resistance from the prevailing brand of rationalism, it does seem that the naked fundamental experience itself, that primal seizure of mystic insight, stripped of religious concepts, perhaps no longer to be regarded as a religious experience at all, has undergone an immense expansion and now forms the soul of that complex irrationalism that haunts our era like a night bird lost in the dawn.

If there is a sense of reality, there must also be a sense of possibility.

We do not have too much intellect and too little soul, but too little intellect in matters of the soul.