Though blue sky and the road’s yellow dust and the green of the nearing oasis were all snuffed out, he (newly converted Saul) did not miss them. Light suffused his blinded eyes, his mind.

Disgust at idols strengthened his love for idolaters, and the man who once held Gentile neighbors at a distance now listened to their problems, fears, and temptations.

New converts displayed a most un-Roman concern for the sick man.

A colleague like Barnabas could comfort him (Paul) in illness and keep him from overstrain when fit.

In his late forties, an age when men settle to comforts and seek a firm base, Paul began his roughest travels.

His (Paul's) entire personality within mutation. He was being turned inside out as he led Jesus light the recesses of his soul.

Faith in Christ leaped from person to person like some divine epidemic, not of disease but of spiritual health.

When I write sometimes I strike gold, sometimes I labor in vain and keep producing rubbish

I'm constantly revising. Once the book is written and typed, I go through the entire draft again.

I'm not a Democrat, I'm not a Republican-I'm an American, I'm a human.

How can you dare teach a man to read until you've taught him everything else first?

I could use the company but I can't go through the pain of getting it.

I know content-wise I leave nothing to chance. I have no anxiety about what I'm going to do once I'm out on stage.

Every real story is a never ending story.

I've decided to take up smoking, my doctor said I wasn't getting enough tar.

The function of ignoring, of inattention, is as vital a factor in mental progress as the function of attention itself.

It is better to be making the news than taking it, to be an actor rather than a critic.