But we are the people of England; and we have not spoken yet. Smile at us, pay us, pass us. But do not quite forget.

Christianity, whatever else it is, is an explosion. Unless it is sensational there is simply no sense in it. Unless the Gospel sounds like a gun going off it has not been uttered at all.

Hell is God's great compliment to the reality of human freedom and the dignity of human choice.

When a woman puts up her fists to a man she is putting herself in the only posture in which he is not afraid of her.

Men rush towards complexity, but they yearn towards simplicity. They try to be kings; but they dream of being shepherds.

If a rhinoceros were to enter this restaurant now, there is no denying he would have great power here. But I should be the first to rise and assure him that he had no authority whatever.

The more we are proud that the Bethlehem story is plain enough to be understood by the shepherds, and almost by the sheep, the more do we let ourselves go, in dark and gorgeous imaginative frescoes or pageants about the mystery and majesty of the Three Magian Kings.