Logic has its use and metaphysics has its use, but neither of them is of much help in the making of a creed.

The pen is the lever that moves the world.

A mother is a bank where I deposit all my worries and hurts

I like the Bible folded between lids of cloth, or calfskin, or morocco, but I like it better when, in the shape of a man, it goes out into the world-a Bible illustrated.

I wish that I could marshall all the young to an appreciation of the fact that you have an earnest work in life and your amusements and recreations are only to help you along in that work.

God puts his ear so closely down to your lips that he can hear your faintest whisper.

In the lottery of life there are more prizes drawn than blanks, and to one misfortune there are fifty advantages. Despondency is the most unprofitable feeling a man can indulge in.

One good, hearty laugh is a bombshell exploding in the right place, while spleen and discontent are a gun that kicks over the man who shoots it off.

What may we expect of people who work all day and dance all night? After a while they will be thrown on society nervous, exhausted imbeciles.

Lord, remember me when thou comest into thy kingdom.

By the 1990s, longevity will be so improved that 150 years will be no unusual age to reach.

The pride of man hopes but to blame God for the evils of the world, and to praise himself for the good.

Your love is poetry in perpetual motion capturing my heart with centrifugal force.

I don't feel one's personal medical condition is everybody's business. It just isn't something you advertise, and it's not open to discussion.

It takes me three or four years to research and write each book and the individual stories stay with you for a long time afterwards.

We must be neither cowardly nor rash but courageous.

The age demanded an image Of its accelerated grimace, Something for the modern stage, Not, at any rate, an Attic grace.

A bibliomaniac is one to whom books are like bottles of whiskey to the inebriate, to whom anything that is between covers has an intoxicating savor.

What will you do on the day of reckoning, when disaster comes from afar? To whom will you run for help? Where will you leave your riches?

When you try rescuing someone and discover they can't be reached, why would you ever throw that back in their face?

Adversity is the diamond dust Heaven polishes its jewels with.