All that we are not stares back at what we are.

My face looks like a wedding-cake left out in the rain.

We do not change as we grow up. The difference between the child and the adult is that the former doesn't know who he is and the latter does.

To have a sense of sin means to feel guilty at there being an ethical choice to make, a guilt which, however "good" I may become, remains unchanged.

Composing mortals with immortal fire.

One of the troubles of our times is that we are all, I think, precocious as personalities and backward as characters.

If we really want to live, we'd better start at once to try.