Men in England are ruled, at this minute by the clock, by brutes who refuse them bread, by liars who refuse them news, and by fools who cannot govern, and therefore wish to enslave.

Joy, which was the small publicity of the pagan, is the gigantic secret of the Christian.

The danger of loss of faith in God is not that one will believe in nothing, but rather that one will believe in anything.

Stated baldly, charity certainly means one of two things–pardoning unpardonable acts, or loving unlovable people.

The simplification of anything is always sensational.

The poor complain that they are governed badly. The rich complain that they are governed at all.

Instead of looking at books and pictures about the New Testament I looked at the New Testament. There I found an account, not in the least of a person with his hair parted in the middle or his hands clasped in appeal, but of an extraordinary being with lips of thunder and acts of lurid decision, flinging down tables, casting out devils, passing with the wild secrecy of the wind from mountain isolation to a sort of dreadful demagogy; a being who often acted like an angry god — and always like a god.