A school is a place through which you have to pass before entering life, but where the teaching proper does not prepare you for life.

The happiness of most people is not ruined by great catastrophes or fatal errors, but by the repetition of slowly destructive little things.

Children have to be educated, but they have also to be left to educate themselves.

Ideas are the roots of creation.

Ideas are the root of creation.

The object of reflection is invariably the discovery of something satisfying to the mind which was not there at the beginning of the search.

A book, like a landscape, is a state of consciousness varying with readers.

Reading, to most people, means an ashamed way of killing time disguised under a dignified name

You can believe in God without believing in immortality, but it is hard to see how anyone can believe in immortality and not believe in God.

Americans cannot realize how many chances for mental improvement they lose by their inveterate habit of keeping six conversations when there are twelve in the room.

Education is the methodical creation of the habit of thinking.

It is right that one must come so far to see the world as it is meant to be.

And it certainly wasn’t a choice without risk. But then very few worthwhile things in life are. The greater the risk, the greater the reward.

He'd heard that writers spent all day in their dressing gowns drinking champagne. This is, of course, absolutely true.

Jewish vampires: blood can’t be kosher… can it?

I love outdoor sports, like volleyball, and I play them whenever I can.

He had grieved for me, I'll give him that much. But then he is so good at grieving! He wears woe as others wear velvet; sorrow flatters him like the light of candles; tears become him like jewels.

I am positive I was not a neglected child. I remember reading 'The Jungle Book' and 'The Sleeping Beauty.

There is nothing more beautiful than to be surprised by the Gospel, by the encounter with Christ. There is nothing more beautiful than to know Him and to speak to others of our friendship with Him.

At Christmas time I sat on Santa's lap. His fly was open ! Boy what a present he gave me !

We can’t say why we search, except that there seems to be an innate need, in each human being, to know who one is, what we’re here for, how to live more poetically.