No sceptical philosopher can ask any questions that may not equally be asked by a tired child on a hot afternoon.

Why should ANYTHING go right; even observation and deduction? Why should not good logic be as misleading as bad logic? They are both movements in the brain of a bewildered ape?

Exactly what the fairy tale does is this: it accustoms him for a series of clear pictures to the idea that these limitless terrors had a limit, that these shapeless enemies have enemies in the knights of God, that there is something in the universe more mystical than darkness, and stronger than strong fear.

I regard golf as an expensive way of playing marbles.

Silence is the unbearable repartee.

Any one of the strange laws we suffer is a compromise between a fad and a vested interest.

In the struggle for existence, it is only on those who hang on for ten minutes after all is hopeless, that hope begins to dawn.