Go, then! Go to the moon-you selfish dreamer!

I believe that the silence of God, the absolute speechlessness of Him is a long, long, and awful thing that the whole world is lost because of.

Snatching the eternal out of the desperately fleeting is the great magic trick of human existence.

Life is partly what we make it, and partly what it is made by the friends we choose.

The nervous system of any age or nation is its creative workers, its artists. And if that nervous system is profoundly disturbed by its environment, the work it produces will inescapably reflect the disturbances, sometimes obliquely and sometimes with violent directness.

-You're simple, straightforward and honest, a little bit on the primitive side, I should think. To interest you a woman would have to... -To lay her cards out on the table.

Nobody sees anybody truly, but all through the flaws of their own ego.