With Each Book You Write

Prejudices Are The Props Of Civilization.

The Individual Never Asserts Himself More Than When He Forgets Himself.

The Only Really Christian Art Is That Which, Like St. Francis, Does Not Fear Being Wedded To Poverty. This Rises Far Above Art-as-ornament.

Nothing Prevents Happiness Like The Memory Of Happiness.

There Are Very Few Monsters Who Warrant The Fear We Have Of Them.