Order and simplification are the first steps towards mastery of a subject

A solitary, unused to speaking of what he sees and feels, has mental experiences which are at once more intense and less articulate than those of a gregarious man.

Tolerance becomes a crime when applied to evil.

For the myth is the foundation of life; it is the timeless schema, the pious formula into which life flows when it reproduces its traits out of the unconscious.

Order and simplification are the first steps toward the mastery of a subject.

Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous - to poetry. But also, it gives birth to the opposite: to the perverse, the illicit, the absurd.

Stupid — well, there are so many kinds of stupidity, and cleverness is one of the worst.

Laughter is a sunbeam of the soul.

War is only a cowardly escape from the problems of peace.

A writer is somebody for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.

In books we never find anything but ourselves. Strangely enough, that always gives us great pleasure, and we say the author is a genius.

There is a cost to loving anything, or anyone. No one tells you that when you are young.

It is important not to turn the dead into saints. Nobody can walk in the shadow of a saint.

A tree full of ripened fruits bows down naturally, because of the weight of the fruits and its willingness to make its fruits accessible to others.

Prayer offered without faith by a person that doesn't truly believe God exists will not be effective. Sin in our lives that we refuse to confess will also render our prayers ineffective.

It's too much show business and too much prompting, too much artificiality, and not really debates. They're rehearsed appearances.

Regression toward the mean. That is, in any series of random events an extraordinary event is most likely to be followed, due purely to chance, by a more ordinary one.

No man loses his freedom except through his own weakness.

I cringe a lot when I look at my early talk-show experiences.

Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, a face without a heart?

No .... holy father, throw away that thought. Believe not that the dribbling dart of love Can pierce a complete bosom.