In low theologies, hell is invariably the deepest truth, and the love of God is not so deep as hell.

God left the world unfinished for man to work his skill upon. He left the electricity still in the cloud, the oil still in the earth.

There is no water in oxygen, no water in hydrogen: it comes bubbling fresh from the imagination of the living God, rushing from under the great white throne of the glacier. The very thought of it makes one gasp with an elemental joy no metaphysician can analyse.

No man has the mind of Christ, except him who makes it his business to obey him.

A man may sink by such slow degrees that, long after he is a devil, he may go on being a good churchman or a good dissenter and thinking himself a good Christian.

The world...is full of resurrections... Every night that folds us up in darkness is a death; and those of you that have been out early, and have seen the first of the dawn, will know it - the day rises out of the night like a being that has burst its tomb and escaped into life.

It is when people do wrong things wilfully that they are the more likely to do them again.