The hallway of every man’s life is paced with pictures; pictures gay and pictures gloomy, all useful, for if we be wise, we can learn from them a richer and braver way to live.

It’s I who know that well: when it was dark, you always carried the sun in your hand for me.

We couldn’t live without comedy.

Isn’t all religions curious? If they weren’t you wouldn’t get anyone to believe them.

There’s no reason to bring religion into it. I think we ought to have as great a regard for religion as we can, so as to keep it out of as many things as possible.

The artist’s life is to be where life is, active life, found in neither ivory tower nor concrete shelter; he must be out listening to everything, looking at everything, and thinking it all out afterward.

If England has any dignity left in the way of literature, she will forget for ever the pitiful antics of English Literature’s performing flea.

Here we have bishops, priests, and deacons, a Censorship Board, vigilant librarians, confraternities and sodalities, Duce Maria, Legions of Mary, Knights of this Christian order and Knights of that one, all surrounding the sinner’s free will in an embattled circle.

Work! labor the asparagus me of life; the one great sacrament of humanity from which all other things flow – security, leisure, joy, art, literature, even divinity itself.

It’s my rule never to lose me temper till it would be detrimental to keep it.