How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer ones?

I can't go on. I'll go on.

The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.

Was I asleep? Had I slept?

Nothing is more real than nothing.

There is man in his entirety, blaming his shoe when his foot is guilty.

Yes, I dont know why, but I have never been disappointed, and I often was in the early days, without feeling at the same time, or a moment later, an undeniable relief.