I think the most joyous thing in life is to loaf around and watch another bloke do a job of work. Look how popular are the men who dig up London with electric drills. Duke's son, cook's son, son of a hundred kings, people will stand there for hours on end, ear drums splitting. Why? Simply for the pleasure of being idle while watching other people work.

She always says, my lord, that facts are like cows. If you look them in the face hard enough they generally run away.

I can't think why fancy religions should have such a ghastly effect on one's grammar. It's a kind of intellectual rot that sets in, I'm afraid.

There is only one kind of wisdom that has any social value, and that is the knowledge of one's own limitations.

We shall know what things are of overmastering importance when they have overmastered us.

God wastes nothing - not even sin. The soul that has struggled and come through is enriched by it's experiences, and Grace does not merely blot out the evil past but in the most literal sense "makes it good."

The only Christian work is good work, well done