All men who have ideals . . . live by some kind of faith, by committing themselves to some kind of loyalty which is not universally recognized as the common property of all thinking men. They must have something-something outside themselves, to make them feel life is worth living, that good rather than evil is the explanation of the world.

O God, for as much as without Thee We are not enabled to doubt Thee, Help us all by Thy grace To convince the whole race It knows nothing whatever about Thee.

It is so stupid of modern civilization to have given up believing in the devil when he is the only explanation of it.

Long before I had ever seen a ritualistic service I became a Ritualist.

When suave politeness, tempering bigot zeal, corrected 'I believe' to 'one does feel'.

All men who have ideals . . . live by some kind of faith, by committing themselves to some kind of loyalty which is not universally recognized as the common property of all thinking men. They must have something-something outside themselves, to make them feel life is worth living, that good rather than evil is the explanation of the world.

The hall-mark of American humour is its pose of illiteracy.