I would look at the first chapter of any new novel as a final test of its merits. If there was a murdered man under the sofa in the first chapter, I read the story. If there was no murdered man under the sofa in the first chapter, I dismissed the story as tea-table twaddle, which it often really was.

Just at present you only see the tree by the light of the lamp. I wonder when you would ever see the lamp by the light of the tree.

Modern broad-mindedness benefits the rich; and benefits nobody else.

I entertain a private suspicion that physical sports were much more really effective and beneficent when they were not taken quite so seriously. One of the first essentials of sport being healthy is that it should be delightful; it is rapidly becoming a false religion with austerities and prostrations.

The atheist is not interested in anything except attacks on atheism.

Is there anyone... who will maintain that the Party System could have been created by people particularly fond of truth?

Shouldn't atheist have an equal obligation to explain pleasure in a world of randomness. Where does pleasure come from?