Paul West

“My father didn't tell me how to live;
he lived, and let me watch him do it”
― Clarence B. Kelland

“I get up in the morning, torture a typewriter until it screams, then stop.”
― Clarence Budington Kelland

“Without sacrifice, true love is incomprehensible.”
― Toba Beta, Master of Stupidity

“The God who is ever uttering himself in the changeful profusions of nature; who takes millions of years to form a soul that shall understand him and be blessed; who never needs to be, and never is, in haste; who welcomes the simplest thought of truth or beauty as the return for seed he has sown upon the old fallows of eternity, who rejoices in the response of a faltering moment to the age-long cry of his wisdom in the streets; the God of music, of painting, of building, the Lord of Hosts, the God of mountains and oceans; whose laws go forth from one unseen point of wisdom, and thither return without an atom of loss; the God of history working in time unto christianity; this God is the God of little children, and he alone can be perfectly, abandonedly simple and devoted.”
― George MacDonald, Unspoken Sermons Series I., II., and II.