Every man in the world is better than someone else and not as good someone else.

What can a man do to move along in some kind of grace through his days and years?

Human greatness is a rather difficult thing to account for, and more often than not one is mistaken in one's hunches about somebody one has met.

Even after you've won fame and fortune, every time you write you've got to write, there's no shortcut, you have to start your career all over again.

Seek goodness everywhere, and when it is found, bring it out of its hiding-place and let it be free and unashamed. Place in matter and in flesh the least of the values, for these are things that hold death and must pass away. Discover in all things that which shines and is beyond corruption. Encourage virtue in whatever heart it may have been driven into secrecy and sorrow by the shame and terror of the world.

In the end, today is forever, yesterday is still today, and tomorrow is already today.

But who can speak to God, or rather who can't? The question is, who can get an answer?