If Christ were here now there is one thing he would not be — a Christian.

We may not pay Satan reverence, for that would be indiscreet, but we can at least respect his talents.

I was born modest, but it didn't last.

The statesmen will invent cheap lies, putting the blame upon the nation that is attacked, and every man will be glad of those conscience-soothing falsities, and will diligently study them, and refuse to examine any refutations of them; and thus he will by and by convince himself that the war is just, and will thank God for the better sleep he enjoys after this process of grotesque self-deception.

In the ancient city of London, on a certain autumn day in the second quarter of the sixteenth century, a boy was born to a poor family of the name of Canty, who did not want him.

I couldn't bear to think about it; and yet, somehow, I couldn't think about nothing else.

Figures don't lie, but liars figure.