All day I have been tossed and whirled in a preposterous happiness; was it an elf in the blood? Or a bird in the brain? Or even part of the cloudily crested, fifty-league-long, loud, uplifted wave of a journeying angels transit over and through my heart?

I think we must fully face the fact that when Christianity does not make a man very much better, it makes him very much worse... Conversion may make of one who was, if no better, no worse than an animal, something like a devil.

Nothing which is at all times and in every way agreeable to us can have objective reality. It is of the very nature of the real that it should have sharp corners and rough edges, that it should be resistant, should be itself. Dream-furniture is the only kind on which you never stub your toes or bang your knee.

Chastity is the most unpopular of the Christian virtues.

A man can't be always defending the truth; there must be a time to feed on it.

Without sin, the universe is a Solemn Game: and there is no good game without rules.

By the very act of arguing, you awake the patient's reason; and once it is awake, who can foresee the result?