Why had his mother gone to the trouble of bringing him into the world if the most exciting moment in his life was having been made lame by a bayonet?

...the wrath of God pales beside that of man.

Time is a river sweeping away all that is born towards the darkest shore.

There is little more I can add short of dissecting the man, or going into intimate details such as the modest proportions and slight southeasterly curvature of his manhood.

Merrick belonged to that class of reader who was able to forget with amazing ease the hand moving the characters behind the scenes of the novel.

Because between doing something and doing nothing, this is all I can do.

And so everything depends on you, Bertie. Bishop or rook. Your life or mine. Do what you believe you have to do.

...but there are stories that cannot begin at their beginning, and perhaps this is one of them.

Many husbands today pitch in to help with household chores - it's called partnership.

The whole moon and the entire sky are reflected in one dewdrop on the grass.

It's so hard to get our goods into China. And when we do get in they charge us a huge surtax. They call it a surtax or a tariff. I call it a tax.

In middle age we are apt to reach the horrifying conclusion that all sorrow, all pain, all passionate regret and loss and bitter disillusionment are self-made

Let us love one another as God loves each one of us. And where does this love begin? In our own home. How does it begin? By praying together.

The Indians' botanical knowledge is disappearing even faster than the plants themselves.

The Academy is paranoid about its image.

You don't want to just do a joke because it works - we can make a lot of jokes work - you want to do a joke because it will hopefully build into an argument.

Our assurance is anchored in the love and grace of God expressed in the glorious exchange: our sin for His righteousness.

Speak from the heart to be heard.