We reach the point where our profession is also our hobby.

In every marriage more than a week old, there are grounds for divorce. The trick is to find, and continue to find, grounds for marriage.

Death ends a life, it does not end a relationship.

I shall await the first shot, and if you do not batter us to pieces, we shall be starved out in a few days.

Death ends a life, but it does not end a relationship, which struggles on in the survivor's mind toward some resolution which it may never find.

Humans who spend time in the wilderness, alone, without man-made mechanical noise around them, often discover that their brain begins to recover its ability to discern things.

The Cross was the manifestation of Divine love without reserve or limit; but it was also the expression of man's unutterable malignity.

That Jesus of Nazareth died upon a cross is mere matter of history; that He who did so die was the Christ the Son of God is entirely a matter of revelation.

A lot of young writers wait for inspiration. The inspiration only hits you at the desk.

All you're supposed to do is every once in a while give the boys a little tea and sympathy.

For what constitutes a Christian is not; accepting the Christian's creed, but accepting Christ as Savior and Lord. It is a question of personal loyalty and love.

Cheese, where you takes liquid from a cow lady's business parts, mix it with a bit o' juices from a baby cow's fourth stomach and then let it grow all fuzzy-moldy for a few years, eh?

History. Language. Passion. Custom. All these things determine what men say, think, and do. These are the hidden puppet-strings from which all men hang.

Don’t remove the ladder once you done with it. Leave it for others to climb too

Nothing is 'just' anything with you

I am aware of myself as a four-hundred-year-old woman, born in the captivity of a colonial, pre-industrial oral culture and living now as a contemporary New Yorker.

The mind is either at war with God or it is being renewed. There is no middle ground.

I believe a young player will run through a barbed wire fence for you. An older player looks for a hole in the fence.

The direction and rhythm of human progress do not depend on the masses, even when they add up to hundreds of millions; they depend on superior minorities.

We are born to inquire into truth; it belongs to a greater to possess it

If you don't change, you will become extinct.