You've no idea how good an old joke sounds when you take it out again after a rest of five or six hundred years.

We may ignore, but we can nowhere evade the presence of God. The world is crowded with Him. He walks everywhere incognito.

Safe?” said Mr. Beaver; “don’t you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.

Every object you see before you at this moment -the walls, ceiling, and furniture, the book, your own washed hands and cut fingernails, bears witness to the colonization of Nature of Reason.

The only thing Christianity can not be...is moderately important.

Beauty is not democratic; she reveals herself more to the few than to the many.

It was not for societies or states, that Christ died, but for men.