We are all in the same boat, in a stormy sea, and we owe each other a terrible loyalty.

We do not admire, we hardly excuse, the fanatic who wrecks this world for love of the other. But what are we to say of the fanatic who wrecks this world out of hatred of the other? He sacrifices the very existence of humanity to the non-existence of God. He offers his victims not to the altar, but merely to assert the idleness of the altar and the emptiness of the throne. He is ready to ruin even that primary ethic by which all things live, for his strange and eternal vengeance upon some one who never lived at all.

To the humble man, and to the humble man alone, the sun is really a sun; to the humble man, and to the humble man alone, the sea is really a sea.

I agree with the realistic Irishman who said he preferred to prophesy after the event.

But there is good news yet to hear and fine things to be seen before we go to Paradise by way of Kensal Green.

There are two kinds of charlatan: the man who is called a charlatan, and the man who really is one. The first is the quack who cures you; the second is the highly qualified person who doesn't.

Evil comes at leisure like the disease. Good comes in a hurry like the doctor.