The cross cannot be defeated for it is defeat.

Every heresy has been an effort to narrow the Church.

Classic literature is still something that hangs in the air like a song.

Were Patrick Henry to return to earth and look around on the vast economic order of the day, he might revise his observation and merely say ‘Give me death’-the alternative being manifestly impossible under modern conditions.

Oh, most unhappy man,' he cried, 'try to be happy! You have red hair like your sister.' My red hair, like red flames, shall burn up the world,' said Gregory.

The big corporation is not in the least remarkable for efficiency; it is only too big to be blamed for its inefficiency.

And it did for one wild moment cross my mind that, perhaps, those might not be the very best judges of the relation of religion to happiness who, by their own account, had neither one nor the other.