The people who keep asking if they can't lead a decent life without Christ, don't know what life is about; if they did they would know that 'a decent life' is mere machinery compared with the thing we men are really made for.

The best swordsman in the world may be disarmed by a trick that's new to him.

The return from the walk, and the arrival of tea, should be exactly coincident, and not later than a quarter past four.

We can never know that a piece of writing is bad unless we have begun by trying to read it as if it was very good and ended by discovering that we were paying the author an undeserved compliment.

Think of me as a fellow patient in the same hospital who, having been admitted a little earlier could give some advice.

Let's pray that the human race never escapes from Earth to spread its iniquity elsewhere.

The next best thing to being wise oneself is to live in a circle of those who are.