Thunder is good, thunder is impressive; but it is lightning that does the work.

There are too many stars in some places and not enough in others.

Man seems to be a rickety poor sort of thing, any way you take him; a kind of British Museum of infirmities and inferiorities. He is always undergoing repairs. A machine that was as unreliable as he is would have no market.

Wheresoever she was, there was Eden.

Honest poverty is a gem that even a king might be proud to call his own - but I wish to sell out

God made all the animals in a single day; he could have swept them all away in the flood and re-created them in one day when they were again needed. Therefore it was an odd idea to save specimens of them for eleven months in the ark, whilst aware that eight persons could not feed or water them by any human possibility. If they were to be preserved by miracle, the ark was not necessary - to let them swim would have answered the purpose and been more indubitably miraculous.

There are lies, damned lies and statistics.