Every work of art has one indispensable mark ... the center of it is simple, however much the fulfillment may be complicated.

Blessed is he that expecteth nothing, for he shall be gloriously surprised.

No sceptical philosopher can ask any questions that may not equally be asked by a tired child on a hot afternoon.

The modern world is full of the old Christian virtues gone mad. The virtues have gone mad because they have been isolated from each other and are wandering alone. Thus some scientists care for truth; and their truth is pitiless. Thus some humanitarians only care for pity; and their pity (I am sorry to say) is often untruthful.

I have no right to think for myself. I have no right to think at all.

Soldiers have many faults, but they have one redeeming merit; they are never worshippers of force. Soldiers more than any other men are taught severely and systematically that might is not right. The fact is obvious. The might is in the hundred men who obey. The right (or what is held to be right) is in the one man who commands them.

London is a riddle. Paris is an explanation.