In Jesus, the service of God and the service of the least of the brethren were one.
She said she knew she was able to fly because when she came down she always had dust on her fingers from touching the light bulbs.
Don't hate me because I can't remember some person immediately. Especially when they look like everybody else, and talk and dress and act like everybody else.
It's not too bad when the sun's out, but the sun only comes out when it feels like coming out.
The room was not impressively large, even by Manhattan apartment-house standards, but its accumulated furnishings might have lent a snug appearance to a banquet hall in Valhalla.
Phooey, I say, on all white-shoe college boys who edit their campus literary magazines. Give me an honest con man any day.
I’m not going to bed after all. Somebody around here hath murdered sleep. Good for him.
Sometimes I have compared myself with a scientist or something: when you discover something and you don't expect the whole world to understand it. I always thought I was doing that kind of activity, in art and in music too.
However much one generation learns from another, it can never learn from its predecessor the genuinely human factor. In this respect every generation begins afresh. Thus no generation has learned from another how to love, no generation can begin other than at the beginning.
The few really great-the major novelists. . . are significant in terms of the human awareness they promote; awareness of the possibilities of life.
I think violence is counter-productive and it is bad in democratic societies.