the ordinary man's experience is chaotic, irregular, fragmentary. [He] falls in love or reads Spinoza, and these two experiences have nothing to do with each other, or with the noise of the typewriter, or the smell of cooking; in the mind of the poet these experiences are always forming new wholes

There will be time to murder and create.

What is this self-inside us, this silent observer, severe and speechless critic, who can terrorize us, and urge us onto futile activity, and in the end, judge us still more severely for the errors into which his own reproaches drove us?

Humility is the most difficult of all virtues to achieve; nothing dies harder than the desire to think well of self.

The Church must be forever building, for it is forever decaying within and attacked from without.

Between the conception and the creation, between the emotion and the response, Falls the shadow.

The circle of our understanding is a very restricted area.