What good is religion if it collapses under calamity?

The cat, which is a solitary beast, is single minded and goes its way alone, but, the dog, like his master, is confused in his mind.

There is nothing in machinery, there is nothing in embankments and railways and iron bridges and engineering devices to oblige them to be ugly. Ugliness is the measure of imperfection.

There's truths you have to grow into.

Anthropology has been compared to a great region, marked out indeed as within the sphere of influence of science, but unsettled and for the most part unsubdued. Like all such hinterland sciences, it is a happy hunting-ground for adventurers.

We were not making war against Germany, we were being ordered about in the King's war with Germany.

Few people realise the immensity of vacancy in which the dust of the material universe swims.