We cannot fully understand the relations of time and choice until we are beyond both.

It's all love or sex these days. Friendship is almost as quaint and outdated a notion as chastity. Soon friends will be like the elves and the pixies - fabulous mythical creatures from a distant past.

Any amount of theology can now be smuggled into people's minds under the cover of fiction without their knowing it.

Isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different.

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

Gratitude exclaims, very properly, 'How good of God to give me this.'

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.