If I did not believe in God, I should still want my doctor, my lawyer and my banker to do so.

Progress is a comparative of which we have not settled the superlative.

If seeds in the black earth can turn into such beautiful roses, what might not the heart of man become in its long journey toward the stars?

She had never really listened to anyone in her life; which, some said, was why she had survived.

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.

For fear of the newspapers politicians are dull, and at last they are too dull even for the newspapers.

All architecture is great architecture after sunset.