To Resent And Remember Brings Strife; To

I Never Read The Life Of Any Important Person Without Discovering That He Knew More And Could Do More Than I Could Ever Hope To Know Or Do In Half A Dozen Lifetimes.

If We Openly Declare What Is Wrong With Us, What Is Our Deepest Need, Then Perhaps The Death And Despair Will By Degrees Disappear.

The Greatest Writers Of This Age... Are Aware Of The Mystery Of Our Existence.

If There Was A Little Room Somewhere In The British Museum That Contained Only About Twenty Exhibits And Good Lighting, Easy Chairs, And A Notice Imploring You To Smoke, I Believe I Should Become A Museum Man.

No Matter How Piercing And Appalling His Insights, The Desolation Creeping Over His Outer World, The Lurid Lights And Shadows Of His Inner World, The Writer Must Live With Hope, Work In Faith