The Christian is quite free to believe that there is a considerable amount of settled order and inevitable development in the universe. But the materialist is not allowed to admit into his spotless machine the slightest speck of spiritualism or miracle.

Wherever there is animal worship, there is human sacrifice.

I represent the jolly mass of mankind. I am the happy and reckless Christian.

Literature and fiction are two entirely different things. Literature is a luxury; fiction is a necessity.

The moderns do not realize modernity.

We cannot fling ourselves into the blank future; we can only call up images from the past. This being so, the important principle follows, that how many images we have largely depends on how much past we have.

But I was frightfully fond of the universe and wanted to address it by a diminutive. I often did so; and it never seemed to mind.