It is a poor thing to strike our colors to God when the ship is going down under us; a poor thing to come to Him as a last resort, to offer up 'our own' when it is no longer worth keeping. If God were proud He would hardly have us on such terms: but He is not proud, He stoops to conquer, He will have us even though we have shown that we prefer everything else to Him.

That is the key to history. Terrific energy is expended - civilizations are built up - excellent institutions devised; but each time something goes wrong. Some fatal flaw always brings the selfish and cruel people to the top, and then it all slides back into misery and ruin. In fact, the machine conks. It seems to start up all right and runs a few yards, and then it breaks down.

Where I come from, they don't think much of men who are bossed about by their wives.

Failures are finger posts on the road to achievement.

It still remains true that no justification of virtue will enable a man to be virtuous.

We treat our dogs as if they were "almost human": that is why they really become "almost human" in the end.

Love is something more stern and splendid than mere kindness.