Beloved, we are always in the wrong, Handling so clumsily our stupid lives, Suffering too little or too long, Too careful even in our selfish loves: The decorative manias we obey Die in grimaces round us every day, Yet through their tohu-bohu comes a voice Which utters an absurd command - Rejoice.

Some books are undeservedly forgotten; none are undeservedly remembered.

The only reason the Protestants and Catholics have given up the idea of universal domination is because they've realised they can't get away with it.

Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh.

Let all your thinks be thanks.

May it not be that, just as we have to have faith in Him, God has to have faith in us and, considering the history of the human race so far, may it not be that 'faith' is even more difficult for Him than it is for us?

When someone between twenty and forty says, apropos of a work of art, 'I know what I like,' he is really saying 'I have no taste of my own but accept the taste of my cultural milieu.