In this world we live in a mixture of time and eternity. Hell would be pure time.

God is rich in mercy. I know this wealth of his with the certainty of experience, I have touched it.

When literature becomes deliberately indifferent to the opposition of good and evil it betrays its function and forfeits all claim to excellence.

Why is it that reality, when set down untransposed in a book, sounds false?

The love of our neighbor in all its fullness simply means being able to say, "What are you going through?

Contemplating an object fixedly with the mind, asking myself, 'What is it?' without thinking of any other object or relating it to anything else for hours on end.

It is precisely those artists and writers who are most inclined to think of their art as the manifestation of their personality who are in fact the most in bondage to public taste.