Everyone leaves the world a little better some by leaving.

There is, though I do not know how there is or why there is, a sense of infinite peace and protection in the glittering hosts of heaven.

In England we have come to rely upon a comfortable time-lag of fifty years or a century intervening between the perception that something ought to be done and a serious attempt to do it.

The study of Nature makes a man at last as remorseless as Nature.

I must confess that my imagination refuses to see any sort of submarine doing anything but suffocating its crew and floundering at sea.

What on earth would a man do with himself, if something did not stand in his way?

A priest is a man vowed, trained, and consecrated, a man belonging to a special corps, and necessarily with an intense esprit de corps. He has given up his life to his temple and his god. This is a very excellent thing for the internal vigour of his own priesthood, his own temple. He lives and dies for the honour of his particular god. But in the next town or village is another temple with another god. It is his constant preoccupation to keep his people from that god. Religious cults and priesthoods are sectarian by nature; they will convert, they will overcome, but they will never coalesce.