Making people laugh was automatic.
The world's thy ship and not thy home.
(Her last words) Oh! I love Him! My God, I love You!
I prefer the monotony of obscure sacrifice to all ecstasies. To pick up a pin for love can convert a soul.
How happy I am to see myself as imperfect and to be in need of God's mercy.
Even now I know it: yes, all my hopes will be fulfilled. . . yes. . . the Lord will work wonders for me which will surpass infinitely my immeasurable desires.
The guest of our soul knows our misery; He comes to find an empty tent within us - that is all He asks.
For the gods, though slow to see, see well, whenever a man casting aside worship turns folly.
My true function within a society which embraces all of us is to continue an age-old tradition. This tradition is to create images from the depths of the imagination and to give them form, whether visual, intellectual or musical.
Literature, like anything else, can become a wearisome business if you make a lifetime specialty of it. A healthy, wholesome man would no more spend his entire life reading great books than he would packing cookies for Nabisco.
The day has the color and the sound of winter. Thoughts turn to chowder. . . chowder breathes reassurance. It steams consolation.