We all like people who do things, even if we only see their faces on a cigar-box lid.

The miracles of the church seem to me to rest not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from afar off, but upon our perceptions being made finer, so that for a moment our eyes can see and our ears can hear what is there about us always.

Give the people a new word and they think they have a new fact.

When kindness has left people, even for a few moments, we become afraid of them, as if their reason had left them

No one person knows much more about writing than another. I expect that when people think they know anything about it, then their case is hopeless.

In this world people have to pay an extortionate price for any exceptional gift whatever.