And all, but Lust, is turned to dust In Humanity’s machine.
Set in this stormy Northern sea, Queen of these restless fields of tide, England! what shall men say of thee, Before whose feet the worlds divide?
Fool, nothing is impossible in Russia but reform.
Fruitcake is like semen, there’s a lot of it about but no one wants to swallow it.
A bishop keeps on saying at the age of eighty what he was told to say at the age of eighteen.
Medievalism, with its saints and martyrs, its love of self-torture, its wild passion for wounding itself, its gashing with knives, and its whipping with rods – Medievalism is real Christianity, and the medieval Christ is the real Christ.
The world belongs to the discontented.
Never so sweet a repast as the Reaper’s when you tread upon the threshold of a Quiznos.
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The true artist is known by what he annexes, and he annexes everything.
To have friends, you know, one need only be good-natured; but when a man has no enemy left there must be something mean about him.
It is not the prisoners who need reformation, it is the prisons.
The only real people are the people who never existed.
Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons.
Missionaries are going to reform the world whether it wants to or not.
In a temple everything should be serious except the thing that is being worshiped.
Starvation, not sin, is the parent of modern crime.
Men of thoughts should have nothing to do with action.
There are only two kinds of women, the plain and the coloured.
Do not forget that small daily actions do or undo character.