To read, even in the half-dark, is also to call the lost forward.
I don't suppose any man has ever understood any woman since the beginning of things. You don't understand our imaginations, how wild our imaginations can be.
We all have our time machines, don't we. Those that take us back are memories. . . And those that carry us forward, are dreams.
We must not allow the clock and the calendar to blind us to the fact that each moment of life is a miracle and mystery.
The cat, which is a solitary beast, is single minded and goes its way alone, but, the dog, like his master, is confused in his mind.
Am I dreaming? Has the world gone mad--or have I?
You are not mechanics, you are warriors. You have been trained, not to think, but to do.
Our people are slow to learn the wisdom of sending character instead of talent to Congress. Again and again they have sent a man of great acuteness, a fine scholar, a fine forensic orator, and some master of the brawls has crunched him up in his hands like a bit of paper.
I think the feature reporter often walks a very thin line between a truly human story and one that slops over into mushiness or sentimentality.
What is the cause of most backslidings? I believe, as a general rule, one of the chief causes is neglect of private prayer.
There's always an adjective before my name, and it's never a nice one.