I am sorry to have to introduce the subject of Christmas. It is an indecent subject; a cruel, gluttonous subject; a drunken, disorderly subject; a wasteful, disastrous subject; a wicked, cadging, lying, filthy, blasphemous and demoralizing subject. Christmas is forced on a reluctant and disgusted nation by the shopkeepers and the press: on its own merits it would wither and shrivel in the fiery breath of universal hatred; and anyone who looked back to it would be turned into a pillar of greasy sausages.

It is long and hard and painful to create life: it is short and easy to steal the life others have made.

We sing in a church, why can we not dance there?

The doctor learns that if he gets ahead of the superstitions of his patients he is a ruined man; and the result is that he instinctively takes care not to get ahead of them.

Liberty is the breath of life to nations.

You see things and you say, 'Why?'. But I dream things and I say, 'Why not?'.

It is well to be off with the old woman before you're on with the new.