Every man is a king so long as he has someone to look down on.

The Maker of the universe with stars a hundred thousand light-years apart was interested, furious, and very personal about it if a small boy played baseball on Sunday afternoon.

The middle class, that prisoner of the barbarian 20th century.

We'd get sick on too many cookies, but ever so much sicker on no cookies at all.

To a true-blue professor of literature in an American university, literature is not something that a plain human being, living today, painfully sits down to produce. No; it is something dead.

You have more people that love you than you know.

What are these unheard of sins you condemn so much - and like so well?