But no man has a monopoly of conscience.

For after my marriage I had made various attempts to write fiction. They were clearly failures.

I regard the whole university system as a wretched sham. Knowledge! It has no more to do with knowledge than my boots.

Learn the lesson of your own pain--learn to seek God, not in any single event of past history, but in your own soul--in the constant verifications of experience, in the life of Christian love.

A victim to certain obscure forms of gout, he was in character neither stupid, nor inhuman, but he suffered from the usual drawbacks of his class, - too much money, and too few ideas.

To reconceive the Christ! It is the special task of our age.

In this choice, as I look back over more than half a century, I can only follow - and trust - the same sort of instinct that one follows in the art of fiction.