“No man can break any of the Ten Commandments. He can only break himself against them.”

Art, like morality, consists in drawing the line somewhere.

There’s a lot of difference between listening and hearing.

Impartiality is a pompous name for indifference, which is an elegant name for ignorance.

The greatest political storm flutters only a fringe of humanity. But an ordinary man and an ordinary woman and their ordinary children literally alter the destiny of nations.

CIVILISATION is not to be judged by the rapidity of communication, but by the value of what is communicated.

An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered.

Let your religion be less of a theory and more of a love affair.

When we were children we were grateful to those who filled our stockings at Christmas time. Why are we not grateful to God for filling our stockings with legs?

The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.

And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow.

The golden age only comes to men when they have forgotten gold.

It is absurd for the Evolutionist to complain that it is unthinkable for an admittedly unthinkable God to make everything out of nothing and then pretend that it is more thinkable that nothing should turn itself into everything.

I have known many happy marriages, but never a compatible one. The whole aim of marriage is to fight through and survive the instant when incompatibility becomes unquestionable. For a man and a woman, as such, are incompatible.

There are two ways to get enough. One is to continue to accumulate more and more. The other is to desire less.

The object of opening the mind, as of opening the mouth, is to shut it again on something solid.

The problem of disbelieving in God is not that a man ends up believing nothing. Alas, it is much worse. He ends up believing anything.

The scent of rain is just as much as an illusion as your love.

And I cant deny – you’re the lesson I’m willing to love in this life.

On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.

Somedays depression is tender, as though hurting is just an art; and that maybe she didn’t break me more than enough!

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.

All the animals, the plants, the minerals, even other kinds of men, are being broken and reassembled every day, to preserve an elite few, who are the loudest to theorize on freedom, but the least free of all.

I miss hearing you smile over the phone.

Indeed — why should I not admit it? — in that moment, my heart was breaking.