...and he glanced at the backs of the books, with an awakened curiosity that went below the binding. No one who can read, ever looks at a book, even unopened on a shelf, like one who cannot.

Give me a moment, because I like to cry for joy. It's so delicious, John dear, to cry for joy.

And this is the eternal law. For, Evil often stops short at istelf and dies with the doer of it! but Good, never.

[She wasn't] a logically reasoning woman, but God is good, and hearts may count in heaven as high as heads.

Ah me!" said he, "what might have been is not what is!

Wish me everything that you can wish for the woman you dearly love, and I have as good as got it, John. I have better than got it, John.

Are you thankful for not being young?''Yes, sir. If I was young, it would all have to be gone through again, and the end would be a weary way off, don't you see?...

...the freedom to bear arms may be righteously rejected to encourage the preservation of all corporeal forms of life.

As free as you allow others to be, such freedom you create for yourself.

Selling out is usually more a matter of buying in. Sell out, and you’re really buying into someone else’s system of values, rules and rewards.

My answer would be definite yes! Destructive atheism, in my view and the view of the Church, is part of a much larger picture - cosmic warfare, that is, between God and Evil, between God and Satan.

If you don't watch it people will force you one way or the other, into doing what they think you should do, or into just being mule-stubborn and doing the opposite out of spite.

The Way is hidden and nameless. Still only the Way nourishes and completes.

Yes, the marriage proposal was shot. Michael excluded the dialogue from the final edit.

The one place I've seen something really come together is in editing. Sometimes you can save pieces in a way that you're really shocked.

Faith is a belief in the unknown. Faith heals, faith creates, faith works wonders, faith moves mountains. Faith is the searchlight for God-finding.

It is the common vice of all, in old age, to be too intent upon our interests.