But he always licked to get visitors alone in the billiard room and tell them stories about a mysterious lady, a foreign royalty, with whom he had driven about London. 'A devilish temper she had,' he would say. 'But she was a dem fine woman, sir, a dem fine woman.

Pain plants the flag of truth within a rebel fortress.

What would really satisfy us would be a God who said of anything we happened to like doing, 'What does it matter so long as they are contented?'

I could well believe that it is God's intention, since we have refused milder remedies, to compel [Christians] into unity, by persecution even. Satan is without doubt nothing else than a hammer in the hand of a benevolent and severe God.

No Christian and, indeed, no historian could accept the epigram which defines religion as 'what a man does with his solitude.'

For pride is spiritual cancer: it eats up the very possibility of love, or contentment, or even common sense.

Most people don't need to be taught, they need only to be reminded