I write as straight as I can, just as I walk as straight as I can, because that is the best way to get there.

In all ages, far back into prehistory, we find human beings have painted and adorned themselves.

The establishment of the world community will surely exact a price – and who can tell what that price may be? – in toil, suffering and blood.

Men fancied there might be other men upon Mars, perhaps inferior to themselves and ready to welcome a missionary enterprise.

Science is a match that man has just got alight. He thought he was in a room - in moments of devotion, a temple - and that his light would be reflected from and display walls inscribed with wonderful secrets and pillars carved with philosophical systems wrought into harmony. It is a curious sensation, now that the preliminary splutter is over and the flame burns up clear, to see his hands and just a glimpse of himself and the patch he stands on visible, and around him, in place of all that human comfort and beauty he anticipated - darkness still.

Christ is the most unique person of history. No man can write a history of the human race without giving first and foremost place to the penniless Teacher of Nazareth.

You are not mechanics, you are warriors. You have been trained, not to think, but to do.