Meaninglessness does not come from being weary of pain. Meaninglessness comes from being weary of pleasure.

Against a dark sky, all flowers look like fireworks.

God is like the sun; you cannot look at it, but without it you cannot look at anything else.

Tolerance is the virtue of people who do not believe in anything.

Christianity has not been tried and found wanting; it has been found difficult and not tried.

I don't need a church to tell me I'm wrong where I already know I'm wrong; I need a Church to tell me I'm wrong where I think I'm right

The more I considered Christianity, the more I found that while it had established a rule and order, the chief aim of that order was to give room for good things to run wild.

A really great person is the person who makes every person feel great.

When we were children we were grateful to those who filled our stockings at Christmas time. Why are we not grateful to God for filling our stockings with legs?

It is terrible to contemplate how few politicians are hanged.

But the truth is that it is only by believing in God that we can ever criticise the Government. Once abolish the God, and the Government becomes the God.

Musical training is a more potent instrument than any other, because rhythm and harmony find their way into the inward places of the soul.

Emancipation of women has made them lose their mystery.

When you choose intuitive living, you are signing a contract with the Soul and the Spirit that you will follow your own path.

Free drinks have no carbs.

Who do you think you are, Jane Eyre? Grow up. Be sensible. Don't get carried away.

Don't talk about your diet. It's just boring, and the last thing you need when dieting is to be considered boring.

They were the first Westerners. The spirit of the West, the modern spirit, is a Greek discovery; and the place of the Greeks is in the modern world.

Jealous?...Of what? I don't want a foul scar right across my head, thanks. I don't think getting your head cut open makes you that special, myself.

Let freedom ring, let the white dove sing, let the weak be strong, let the right be wrong... it's Independence Day.

The saddest day has gleams of light, The darkest wave hath bright foam beneath it. There twinkles o'er the cloudiest night, Some solitary star to cheer it.