And it did for one wild moment cross my mind that, perhaps, those might not be the very best judges of the relation of religion to happiness who, by their own account, had neither one nor the other.

It is the root of all religion that a man knows that he is nothing in order to thank God that he is something.

London is a riddle. Paris is an explanation.

People that insist upon drinking and driving, are putting the quart before the hearse.

The best way that a man could test his readiness to encounter the common variety of mankind would be to climb down a chimney into any house at random, and get on as well as possible with the people inside. And that is essentially what each one of us did on the day that he was born.

The vulgar man is always the most distinguished, for the very desire to be distinguished is vulgar.

At the back of our brains is a blaze of astonishment at our own existence. The object of the artistic and spiritual life is to dig for this sunrise of wonder.