First I believe it to be a grave mistake to present Christianity as something charming and popular with no offense inn it.

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

Death seems to provide the minds of the Anglo-Saxon race with a greater fund of amusement than any other single subject.

For the sole true end of education is simply this: to teach men how to learn for themselves; and whatever instruction fails to do this is effort spent in vain.

you can give it a long name if you like, but I'm an old-fashioned woman and I call it mother-wit, and it's so rare for a man to have it that if he does you write a book about him and call him Sherlock Holmes.

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

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.