Not facing a fire doesn't put it out.

Don't you think there is always something unspoken between two people?

William Saroyan wrote a great play on this theme, that purity of heart is the one success worth having. "In the time of your life--live!" That time is short and it doesn't return again. It is slipping away while I write this and while you read it, and the monosyllable of the clock is Loss, loss, loss, unless you devote your heart to its opposition.

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.

Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.

All creative work, all life in a sense, is a cri de coeur.

What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it's curved like a road through mountains.