He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place.

He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.

The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is is another question.

Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.

To discover the mode of life or of art whereby my spirit could express itself in unfettered freedom.

God spoke to you by so many voices but you would not hear.

By thinking of things you could understand them.

What was after the universe?Nothing. But was there anything round the universe to show where it stopped before the nothing place began?

Not all readers become leaders, but all leaders must be readers.

Daily mediate and affirm the Scriptures

We must pray in order to grow, and we must grow because Infinite Love will not, cannot, settle for less than the greatest joy of which his beloved creature is capable.

Conversation is the fine art of mutual consideration and communication about matters of common interest that basically have some human importance.

The lost enjoy forever the horrible freedom they have demanded.

If we are to use our tools in the service of fitting in on Earth, our basic relationship to nature--even the story we tell ourselves about who we are in the universe--has to change.

I don't think there's really observational magic.

If you lose your integrity, you've lost everything.

She won't give him back his look.

Just when I'm about to part with my friends is when I realize that I had the best group of friends ever.