Any one thinking of the Holy Child as born in December would mean by it exactly what we mean by it; that Christ is not merely a summer sun of the prosperous but a winter fire for the unfortunate.

All architecture is great architecture after sunset.

To the humble man, and to the humble man alone, the sun is really a sun; to the humble man, and to the humble man alone, the sea is really a sea.

What life and death may be to a turkey is not my business; but the soul of Scrooge and the body of Cratchit are my business.

The home is not the one tame place in the world of adventure. It is the one wild place in the world of rules and set tasks.

The real great man is the man who makes every man feel great.

Silence is the unbearable repartee.