When the rest of the congregation rose at the entrance of the choir he kept his seat. He argued that rising to one's feet at such a time tended to make the choir-boys conceited.

It is not easy to make an effort and to remember all the little personalia of some one one has loved very much, and by whom one has been loved.

There's no end. There's no endto this world, everlasting.We crumble to dust in its arms.

I tried to put things in perspective but sometimes you're just too close to it.

Sometimes, you have to love beyond yourself! And that's how you learn to love! That's why you had to drink the bitter glass of your love.

I've been imitated so well I've heard people copy my mistakes.

I think first of all you have to be there for the right reason.

Joseph Mattson is a monster of a writer.

Men despise religion. They hate it and are afraid it may be true.

All we're ever looking for is another open door.

Here I am, an old man in a dry month, Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain.

...It seems hard that a man in his need could be so flouted by a road.