“The starched matron is fain to put faith in the compliment”

“Poetry puts starch in your backbone so you can stand, so you can compose your life.”

“In a museum in London there is an exhibit called "The Value of Man": a long coffinlike box with lots of compartments where they've put starch—phosphorus—flour—bottles of water and alcohol—and big pieces of gelatin. I am a man like that.”

“My God! O let me call Thee mine!
Weak, wretched sinner though I be,
My trembling soul would fain be Thine,
My feeble faith still clings to Thee.”

“Is is difficult to be angry with a gentleman who pays you compliments, even impertinent compliments. Especially impertinent compliments.”

“Don't put your faith in the innovations. Keep your faith in Christ.”

“It was not intended as a compliment. It was a confession. Now that I have made it, something seems to have gone out of me. Perhaps one should never put one's worship into words.”

“In general people put too much faith in the rich, the famous, the politicians, and not enough faith in themselves.”

“Put your faith in what you most believe in.”

“Compliment but do not covet.”