There is a road from the eye to the heart that does not go through the intellect.

Progress is Providence without God. That is, it is a theory that everything has always perpetually gone right by accident. It is a sort of atheistic optimism, based on an everlasting coincidence far more miraculous than a miracle.

Progress is the mother of all problems.

Unfortunately, 19th-century scientists were just as ready to jump to the conclusion that any guess about nature was an obvious fact, as were 17th-century sectarians to jump to the conclusion that any guess about Scripture was the obvious explanation . . . . and this clumsy collision of two very impatient forms of ignorance was known as the quarrel of Science and Religion.

A good novel tells us the truth about its hero; but a bad novel tells us the truth about its author.

Thoughts on the Merits of Work The worst of work nowadays is what happens to people when they cease to work.

There is one thing which gives radiance to everything. It is the idea of something around the corner.