Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.
Art has two constant, two unending concerns: It always meditates on death and thus always creates life. All great, genuine art resembles and continues the Revelation of St John.
What for centuries raised man above the beast is not the cudgel but the irresistible power of unarmed truth.
Work is the order of the day, just as it was at one time, with our first starts and our best efforts. Do you remember? Therein lies its delight. It brings back the forgotten; one's stores of energy, seemingly exhausted, come back to life.
Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it.
No deep and strong feeling, such as we may come across here and there in the world, is unmixed with compassion. The more we love, the more the object of our love seems to us to be a victim.