I'm getting very old and my bones ache. My sins are deserting me, and if I could only have my time over again I'd take care to commit more of them.

The popular mind has grown so confused that it is no longer able to receive any statement of fact except as an expression of personal feeling.

[W]hen I see men callously and cheerfully denying women the full use of their bodies, while insisting with sobs and howls on the satisfaction of their own, I simply can't find it heroic, or kind, or anything but pretty rotten and feeble.

What do we find God 'doing about' this business of sin and evil?...God did not abolish the fact of evil; He transformed it. He did not stop the Crucifixion; He rose from the dead.

No, no, there must be a limit to the baseness even of publishers.

He had the appeal of a very young dog of a very large breed -- a kind of amiable absurdity.

We ought to recognise the profound gulf between the work to which we are 'called' and the work we are forced into as a means of livelihood.