Of one thing I am certain, the body is not the measure of healing, peace is the measure.

The knowingness of little girls is hidden underneath their curls.

Praise is warming and desirable. But it is an earned thing. It has to be deserved, like a hug from a child.

What in me is pure conviction is simple prejudice in you.

The human animal needs a freedom seldom mentioned, freedom from intrusion. He needs a little privacy as much as he wants understanding or vitamins or exercise or praise.

Sin has been made not only ugly but passe. People are no longer sinful, they are only immature or underprivileged or frightened or, more particularly, sick.

The mass of men live lives of quiet exasperation.

The wonderful thing about saints is that they were human ... Still they went on doggedly blundering toward heaven.

Sin has always been an ugly word, but it has been made so in a new sense over the last half-century. It has been made not ugly but passe. People are no longer sinful, they are only immature or underprivileged or frightened or, more particularly, sick.