Think how many blameless lives are brightened by the blazing indiscretions of other people.

He spends his life explaining from his pulpit that the glory of Christianity consists in the fact that though it is not true it has been found necessary to invent it.

A woman who takes her husband about with her everywhere is like a cat that goes on playing with a mouse long after she's killed it.

And the vagueness of his alarm added to its terrors; when once you have taken the Impossible into your calculations its possibilities become practically limitless.

We all know that Prime Ministers are wedded to the truth, but like other wedded couples they sometimes live apart.

On horseback he seemed to require as many hands as a Hindu god, at least four for clutching the reins, and two more for patting the horse soothingly on the neck.

The fashion just now is a Roman Catholic frame of mind with an Agnostic conscience: you get the mediaeval picturesqueness of the one with the modern conveniences of the other.