It is not the business of the church to adapt Christ to men, but men to Christ.

Britain possesses no climate, only weather.

I have never yet heard any middle-aged man or woman who worked with his or her brains express any regret for the passing of youth.

The people who hanged Christ never, to do them justice, accused Him of being a bore - on the contrary; they thought Him too dynamic to be safe. It has been left for later generations to muffle up that shattering personality and surround Him with an atmosphere of tedium.

It's disquieting to reflect that one's dreams never symbolize one's real wishes, but always something Much Worse... If I really wanted to be passionately embraced by Peter, I should dream of dentists or gardening. I wonder what unspeakable depths of awfulness can only be expressed by the polite symbol of Peter's embraces?

It is said that love and a cough cannot be hid.

One must not only die daily, but every day we must be born again.