There may be peace without joy, and joy without peace, but the two combined make happiness.

I am an ordinary sort of fellow, not braver than other people, but I hate to see a good man downed, and that long knife would not be the end of Scudder if I could play the game in his place.

It struck me that Albania was the sort of place that might keep a man from yawning.

I wondered whether the scientific modern brain could not get to the stage of realising that Space is not an empty homogeneous medium, but full of intricate differences, intelligible and real, though not with our common reality.

I believe everything out of the common. The only thing to distrust is the normal.

Peace is that state in which fear of any kind is unknown.

The Church of Christ is an anvil which has worn out many hammers. Our opponents may boast of their strength, but they do not realize what they have challenged.