Joy, which was the small publicity of the pagan, is the gigantic secret of the Christian.

Nothing is certain by uncertainty.

Bowing down in blind credulity, as is my custom, before mere authority and the tradition of the elders, superstitiously swallowing a story I could not test at the time by experiment or private judgment, I am firmly of the opinion that I was born on the 29th of May, 1874, on Campden Hill, Kensington; and baptised according to the formularies of the Church of England in the little church of St. George opposite the large Waterworks Tower that dominated that ridge.

Because our expression is imperfect we need friendship to fill up the imperfections.

A man is angry at a libel because it is false, but at a satire because it is true.

The modern mind will accept nothing on authority, but will accept anything on no authority. Say that the Bible or the Pope says so and it will be dismissed without further examination. But preface your remark with "I think I heard somewhere," or, try but fail to remember the name of some professor who might have said "such-and-such," and it will be immediately accepted as an unshakable fact.

One may understand the cosmos, but never the ego; the self is more distant than any star.