For the Christian, there are, strictly speaking, no chances. A secret Master of the Ceremonies has been at work.

We make men without chests and expect from them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honor and are shocked to find traitors in our midst.

Those who would most scornfully repudiate Christianity as a mere "opiate of the people" have a contempt for the rich, that is, for all mankind except the poor.

Morality, like numinous awe, is a jump; in it, man goes beyond anything that can be 'given' in the facts of experience.

This is my password," said the King as he drew his sword. "The light is dawning, the lie broken. Now guard thee, miscreant, for I am Tirian of Narnia.

You can't get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.

Aim at heaven and you will get earth thrown in. Aim at earth and you get neither.