[...]I should say that it is a good rule of thumb never to mention…

[T]here is something wrong with a regime that requires a pyramid of corpses every few years.

Perhaps a man really dies when his brain stops, when he loses the power to take in a new idea.

Has it ever struck you that there's a thin man inside every fat man, just as they say there's a statue inside every block of stone?

It is a mysterious thing, the loss of faith-as mysterious as faith itself. Like faith, it is ultimately not rooted in logic; it is a change in the climate of the mind.

Spending the night out of doors has nothing attractive about it in London, especially for a poor, ragged, undernourished wretch.

Mr Noyes remarks at the beginning of his book that one cannot cast out devils with the aid of Beelzebub, but he is also extremely angry because anti-British books can still be published in England and praised in British newspapers. Does it …