In Science we have been reading only the notes to a poem; in Christianity we find the poem itself.

No man knows how bad he is till he has tried very hard to be good...Only those who try to resist temptation know how strong it is.

It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.

If religion does not make us better people, it will make us very much worse. And of all the bad men who have lived, the religious "bad man" is the worst of all.

Where, except in the present, can the eternal be met?

Whenever all men are...hastening to be slaves or tyrants we make Liberalism the prime bogey.

Friendship is born at that moment when one man says to another: "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . ."