... life falls into place only with God.

Religions are such stuff as dreams are made of.

Catholic: confession on Saturday, absolution on Sunday. At it again on Monday.

The religion of the atheist has a God-shaped blank at its heart.

All four Gospels agree in giving us a picture of a very definite personality. One is obliged to say, "Here was a man. This could not have been invented."

Adapt or perish, now as ever, is Nature's inexorable imperative.

Our true nationality is mankind.

Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe.

We want to get rid of the militarist not simply because he hurts and kills, but because he is an intolerable thick-voiced blockhead who stands hectoring and blustering in our way to achievement.

It is only now and then, in a jungle, or amidst the towering white menace of a burnt or burning Australian forest, that Nature strips the moral veils from vegetation and we apprehend its stark ferocity.