You talk as if a god had made the Machine," cried the other. "I believe that you pray to it when you are unhappy. Men made it, do not forget that. Great men, but men. The Machine is much, but not everything.

Words deserted him immediately. He could only speak when he was not asked to.

What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?

Let us think of people as starting life with an experience they forget and ending it with one which they anticipate but cannot understand.

Adventures do occur, but not punctually.

A funeral is not death, any more than baptism is birth or marriage union. All three are the clumsy devices, coming now too late, now too early, by which Society would register the quick motions of man.

Logic! Good gracious! What rubbish!