Jews wait for the Lord, Protestants sing hymns to him, Catholics say mass and eat him.

I couldn't stand it. I still can't stand it. I can't stand the way things are. I cannot tolerate this age.

A repetition is the re-enactment of past experience toward the end of isolating the time segment which has lapsed in order that it, the lapsed time, can be savored of itself and without the usual adulteration of events that clog time like peanuts in brittle.

In this world goodness is destined to be defeated. But a man must go down fighting. That is the victory. To do anything less is to be less than a man.

What is the nature of the search? you ask. Really it is very simple, at least for a fellow like me; so simple that it is easily overlooked. The search is what anyone would undertake if he were not sunk in the everydayness of his own life. This morning, for example, I felt as if I had come to myself on a strange island.

What nuns don't realize is that they look better in nun clothes than J.C. Penney pantsuits.

In a word, the consumer of mass culture is lonely, not only lonely, but spiritually impoverished.