People exercise an unconscious selection in being influenced.

Those who talk of the bible as a monument of English prose are merely admiring it as a monument over the grave of Christianity.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?

We know too much, and are convinced of too little. Our literature is a substitute for religion, and so is our religion.

The hippopotamus's day Is passed in sleep; at night he hunts; God works in a mysterious way- The Church can sleep and feed at once.

Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.

Unreal friendship may turn to real But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended