It was a secular cathedral dedicated to the rites of travel.

The Sabbath is a weekly cathedral raised up in my dining room in my family in my heart.

The opera is to music what a bawdy house is to a cathedral.

We say nothing essential about the cathedral when we speak of its stones. We say nothing essential about Man when we seek to define him by the qualities of men.

Writing a novel is not merely going on a shopping expedition across the border to an unreal land: it is hours and years spent in the factories the streets the cathedrals of the imagination.

A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it bearing within him the image of a cathedral.

I never weary of great churches. It is my favorite kind of mountain scenery. Mankind was never so happily inspired as when it made a cathedral.

The old cathedrals are good but the great blue dome that hangs over everything is better.

My faith grew strong and I sent a letter (as I was ordered) to the Rev. Dignitary of the Cathedral of Exeter. I was assured before I sent it he would not answer it.

Sigmund Freud was the apostle of disbelief. He was the one who made psychoanalysis a part of our culture and in so doing he kicked out a flying buttress that had been essential for holding up our cathedral of faith.