He remembered having said to his uncle (with a solemn dogmatism better befitting a much younger man): "Surely it is possible to love with the head as well as the heart." Mr. Delagardie had replied, somewhat drily: "No doubt; so long as you do not end by thinking with your entrails instead of your brain.

To subdue one's self to one's own ends might be dangerous, but to subdue one's self to other people's ends was dust and ashes. Yet there were those, still more unhappy, who envied even the ashy saltness of those dead sea apples.

But you see, I can believe a thing without understanding it. It's all a matter of training.

But that's men all over ... Poor dears, they can't help it. They haven't got logical minds.

What the Church should be telling him [the carpenter] is this: that the very first demand that his religion makes upon him is that he should make good tables.

Well-bred English people never have imagination.

We cannot really look at the movement of the Spirit, just because It is the Power by which we do the looking.