Saint George he was for England, And before he killed the dragon he drank a pint of English ale out of an English flagon.

A good civilisation spreads over us freely like a tree, varying and yielding because it is alive. A bad civilisation stands up and sticks out above us like an umbrella-artificial, mathematical in shape; not merely universal, but uniform.

God is like the sun; you cannot look at it, but without it you cannot look at anything else.

There is a road from the eye to the heart that does not go through the intellect. Men do not quarrel about the meaning of sunsets; they never dispute that the hawthorn says the best and wittiest thing about the spring.

Every one on the earth should believe that he has something to give to the world which cannot otherwise be given.

A man running after a hat is not half so ridiculous as a man running after a woman.

And my haunting instinct that somehow good was not merely a tool to be used, but a relic to be guarded, like the goods from Crusoe's ship--even that had been the wild whisper of something originally wise, for, according to Christianity, we were indeed the survivors of a wreck, the crew of a golden ship that had gone down before the beginning of the world.