Whether a man chooses to tell the truth in long sentences or short jokes is a problem analogous to whether he chooses to tell the truth in French or in German.

The men of the East may spell the stars, And times and triumphs mark, But the men signed of the cross of Christ Go gaily in the dark.

We talk of wild animals, but the wildest animal is man.

When men choose not to believe in God, they do not thereafter believe in nothing, they then become capable of believing in anything.

To be simple is the best thing in the world.

As regards moral courage, then, it is not so much that the public schools support it feebly, as that they suppress it firmly.

It might reasonably be maintained that the true object of all human life is play. Earth is a task garden; heaven is a playground. To be at last in such secure innocence that one can juggle with the universe and the stars, to be so good that one can treat everything as a joke - that may be, perhaps, the real end and final holiday of human souls.