You're a mere chick. I remember you when you were a egg. Don't come trying to teach me, sir. Crabs and crumpets!

A sick society must think much about politics, as a sick man must think much about his digestion.

Obedience is the road to freedom.

You're a mere chick. I remember you when you were a egg. Don't come trying to teach me, sir. Crabs and crumpets!

You can't go against the grain of the universe and not expect to get splinters.

Unless I believe in God, I cannot believe in thought: so I can never use thought to disbelieve in God.

A great many people (not you) do now seem to think that the mere state of being worried is in itself meritorious. I don’t think it is. We must, if it so happens, give our lives for others: but even while we’re doing it, I think we’re meant to enjoy Our Lord and, in Him, our friends, our food, our sleep, our jokes, and the birds’ song and the frosty sunrise.