I believe absolutely in love being the central motive force of the universe.

If nature had arranged that husbands and wives should have children alternatively, there would never be more than three in a family.

The modern form of things had begun to appeal to me, also (as material for satire) politics, and the lives of the great and little, high up in the social scale.

A saint is one who makes goodness attractive. Surely, a great teacher does the same thing for education.

For the last half of my life I have had the doubtful benefit of a brother whose literary reputation is much greater than my own.

I still think that if the human race, or even one nation, could only get right about its God the rest would follow.

I have always been a writer of letters, and of long ones; so, when I first thought of writing a book in the form of letters, I knew that I could do it quickly and easily.

It is right and natural that generous minds while in the twenties should think the books which try to reform the world's wrong the greatest of all.

I shall not die young, for I am already near seventy: I may die old.

If fathers were to be mothers, then there will never have a family of more than three.

I had never thought of myself as a dramatist, and, for really good technical results, the thought came too late: a man of letters has become too wordy to write economically for the stage.

But you can't save people from the world.There's nowhere else to take them

If you want to have a golden signature, create a good art!

Everything you can imagine, nature has already created.

I wanted to be considered a good craftsman. I wanted my dresses to be constructed like buildings, molded to the curves of the female form, stylizing its shape.

What kind of FBI agent are you?

Hills of forest green where the mountains touch the sky, a dream come true, I'll live there til I die.

I've sort of done a play every four or five years I guess if I look back in my career. And I think that's good.

Standing alone, photographs promise an understanding they cannot deliver. In the company of words, they take on meaning, but they slough off one meaning and take on another with alarming ease.

Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory, Of His Flesh, the mystery sing; Of the Blood, all price exceeding, Shed by our Immortal King, Destined, for the world's redemption, From a noble Womb to spring.

What is happening now is that the number of people who are not strong enough or do not feel strong enough to decide to live without the security provided by the community or the state, is going up.