It seems to me quite disastrous that the idea should have got about that Christianity is an other-worldly, unreal, idealistic kind of religion that suggests that if we are good we shall be happy. On the contrary, it is fiercely and even harshly realistic, insisting that there are certain eternal achievements that make even happiness look like trash.

make no mistake about it, the detective-story is part of the literature of escape, and not of expression.

The Devil is a spiritual lunatic, but, like many lunatics, he is extremely plausible and cunning.

I often think when a man's once past a certain age, the older he grows the tougher he gets, and women the same or more so.

I gather that he nearly knocked you down, damaged your property, and generally made a nuisance of himself, and that you instantly concluded he must be some relation to me.

whereas, up to the present, there is only one known way of getting born, there are endless ways of getting killed.

He was being about as protective as a can-opener.