Presbyterianism without infant damnation would be like the dog on the train that couldn't be identified because it had lost its tag.

The election makes me think of a story of a man who was dying. He had only two minutes to live, so he sent for a clergyman and asked him, "Where is the best place to go to?" He was undecided about it. So the minister told him that each place had its advantages--heaven for climate, and hell for society.

To be good is noble; but to show others how to be good is nobler and no trouble.

Satan (impatiently) to Newcomer: The trouble with you Chicago people is, that you think you are the best people down here; whereas you are merely the most numerous.

Not until you become a stranger to yourself will you be able to make acquaintance with the Friend.

Once you've put one of his [Henry James] books down, you simply can't pick it up again.

If it would not look too much like showing off, I would tell the reader where New Zealand is.