After all, the supreme virtue in all art is soul, perhaps it is the only thing which gives art a right to be.

The soul cannot be humbled by fasts and prayer; it must be broken by mortal sin to experience forgiveness of sin and rise to a state of grace. Otherwise, religion is nothing but dead logic.

Ugly accidents happen . . . always have and always will. But the failures are swept back into the pile and forgotten. They don`t leave any lasting scar in the world, and they don`t affect the future. The things that last are the good things. The people who forge ahead and do something, they really count.

Give the people a new word and they think they have a new fact.

People can be lovers and enemies at the same time, you know.

On the farm the weather was the great fact, and men's affairs went on underneath it, as the streams creep under the ice.

Loyal? As loyal as anyone who plays second fiddle ever is.