She reflected she must be completely besotted about Peter, if his laughter could hallow an aspidistra.

If you want your own way, God will let you have it. Hell is the enjoyment of one's own way forever.

Death seems to provide the minds of the Anglo-Saxon race with a greater fund of amusement than any other single subject.

For the sole true end of education is simply this: to teach men how to learn for themselves; and whatever instruction fails to do this is effort spent in vain.

Time and trouble will tame an advanced young woman, but an advanced old woman is uncontrollable by any earthly force.

God was executed by people painfully like us, in a society very similar to our own ... by a corrupt church, a timid politician, and a fickle proletariat led by professional agitators.

What do we find God 'doing about' this business of sin and evil?...God did not abolish the fact of evil; He transformed it. He did not stop the Crucifixion; He rose from the dead.

A society in which consumption has to be artificially stimulated in order to keep production going is a society founded on trash and waste, for such a society is a house built upon sand.

It is not the business of the church to adapt Christ to men, but men to Christ.

As I grow older and older, And totter toward the tomb, I find that I care less and less Who goes to bed with whom.

If men will not understand the meaning of judgement, they will never come to understand the meaning of grace.

a town with more drinking joints than reading joints has a problem reading can solve

Like all kids who want to be in action movies, I want to jump out of a speeding car, shoot guns, slide out the side in slow motion like a John Woo movie.

No one appreciates a professional anymore. Everyone's a mystic. Which is why I take drunk Jim over acid Jim - the argument all roads eventually lead to.

Don’t you love the Oxford Dictionary? When I first read it, I thought it was a really really long poem about everything.

When I did A Soldier's Story, I was very young and green and thought I knew everything-now I know I know everything!

I don't believe in philosophies. I believe in fundamentals.

I was a good pupil at primary school: in the second class I was writing with no spelling mistakes, and the third and fourth classes were done in a single year.

If the land of make believe is inside your heart it will never leave.

And when you can't do nothing else - pray.

If you don't have malice in our heart, it doesn't come across harsh.