an author should never conceive himself as bringing into existence beauty or wisdom which did not exist before, but simply and solely as trying to embody in terms of his own art some reflection of eternal Beauty and Wisdom.

“All their life in this world and all their adventures had only been the cover a…”

“If ants had a language they would, no doubt, call their anthill an artifact and…”

“Though our feelings come and go, God’s love for us does not.”

“They are all friends of mine and honest people.”