all conscious thought is a process in time; so that to think consciously about Time is like trying to use a foot-rule to measure its own length.

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.

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."

I say, I don’t think the human frame is very thoughtfully constructed for this sleuthhound business. If one could go on all fours, or had eyes in ones knees, it would be a lot more practical’… ‘What luck! Here’s a deep, damp ditch on the other side, which I shall now proceed to fall into.’ A slithering crash proclaimed that he had carried out his intention.

What? Sunday morning in an English family and no sausages? God bless my soul, what's the world coming to, eh?

The first thing that strikes the careless observer is that women are unlike men. They are 'the opposite sex' - (though why 'opposite' I do not know; what is the 'neighbouring sex'?).

Even idiots ocasionally speak the truth accidentally.