Everyone is more or less mad on one point.

All good people agree, And all good people say, All nice people, like Us, are We And every one else is They: But if you cross over the sea, Instead of over the way, You may end by (think of it!) looking on We As only a sort of They!

Also, we will make promise. So long as The Blood endures, I shall know that your good is mine: ye shall feel that my strength is yours: In the day of Armageddon, at the last great fight of all, That Our House stand together and the pillars do not fall.

More men are killed by overwork than the importance of the world justifies.

I have my own matches and sulphur, and I'll make my own hell.

Many religious people are deeply suspicious. They seem, for purely religious purposes, of course, to know more about iniquity than the unregenerate.

Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.