One of the darkest evils of our world is surely the unteachable wildness of the Good.

The science hangs like a gathering fog in a valley, a fog which begins nowhere and goes nowhere, an incidental, unmeaning inconvenience to passers-by.

Am I dreaming? Has the world gone mad--or have I?

If the world does not please you, you can change it.

The crying sounded even louder out of doors. It was as if all the pain in the world had found a voice. Yet had I known such pain was in the next room, and had it been dumb, I believe—I have thought since—I could have stood it well enough. It is when suffering finds a voice and sets our nerves quivering that this pity comes troubling us. But in spite of the brilliant sunlight and the green fans of the trees waving in the soothing sea-breeze, the world was a confusion, blurred with drifting black and red phantasms, until I was out of earshot of the house in the stone wall.

Satan delights equally in statistics and in quoting scripture.

The Athenian democracy suffered much from that narrowness of patriotism which is the ruin of all nations.