I had always felt life first as a story: and if there is a story there is a story-teller

In the glad old days, before the rise of modern morbidities...it used to be thought a disadvantage to be misunderstood.

The greatest political storm flutters only a fringe of humanity. But an ordinary man and an ordinary woman and their ordinary children literally alter the destiny of nations.

As for the general view that the Church was discredited by the War—they might as well say that the Ark was discredited by the Flood. When the world goes wrong, it proves rather that the Church is right. The Church is justified, not because her children do not sin, but because they do.

The most poetical thing in the world is not being sick.

Every high civilization decays by forgetting obvious things.

...but out of the desert, from the dry places and the dreadful suns, come the cruel children of the lonely God; the real Unitarians who with scimitar in hand have laid waste the world. For it is not well for God to be alone.