Christianity is an idea, and as such is indestructible and immortal, like every idea.

You talk of our having an idea; we do not have an idea. The idea has us, and martyrs us, and scourges us, and drives us into the arena to fight and die for it, whether we want to or not.

Lyrical poetry is much the same an every age, as the songs of the nightingales in every spring-time.

From every Englishman emanates a kind of gas, the deadly choke-damp of boredom.

There is one thing on earth more terrible than English music, and that is English painting.

God will pardon me. It is His trade.

Experience is a good school. But the fees are high.