A man will not roll in the snow for a stream of tendency by which all things fulfill the law of their being. He will not go without food in the name of something, not ourselves, that makes for righteousness. He will do things like this, or pretty nearly like this, under quite a different impulse. He will do these things when he is in love.

Even in an empire of atheists the dead man is always sacred.

The thing I hate about an argument is that it always interrupts a discussion.

Who would condescend to strike down the mere things that he does not fear? Who would debase himself to be merely brave, like any common prizefighter? Who would stoop to be fearless--like a tree? Fight the thing that you fear. You remember the old tale of the English clergyman who gave the last rites to the brigand of Sicily, and how on his death-bed the great robber said, 'I can give you no money, but I can give you advice for a lifetime: your thumb on the blade, and strike upwards.' So I say to you, strike upwards, if you strike at the stars.

Ivory may not be so white as snow, but the whole Arctic continent does not make ivory black.

Faith is always at a disadvantage; it is a perpetually defeated thing which survives all conquerors.

Time and again, the Faith has to all appearances gone to the dogs. But each time, it was the dog that died.