For all the talk you hear about knowledge being such a wonderful thing, instinct is worth forty of it for real unerringness.

Golf is a good walk spoiled.

Strange is the man who practices his religion.

What a wee little part of a person's life are his acts and his words! His real life is led in his head, and is known to none but himself.

He liked to like people, therefore people liked him.

The gods offer no rewards for intellect. There was never one yet that showed any interest in it.

In all the ages the Roman Church has owned slaves, bought and sold slaves, authorized and encouraged her children to trade in them. . . . There were the texts; there was no mistaking their meaning; . . . she was doing in all this thing what the Bible had mapped out for her to do. So unassailable was her position that in all the centuries she had no word to say against human slavery.