We admit that when the divinity we worshipped made itself visible and comprehensible we crucified it.

To a mathematician the eleventh means only a single unit: to the bushman who cannot count further than his ten fingers it is an incalculable myriad.

If a great man could make us understand him, we should hang him.

Greatness is the secular name for Divinity: both mean simply what lies beyond us.

Greatness is only one of the sensations of littleness.

In heaven an angel is nobody in particular.

The love of fairplay is a spectator's virtue, not a principal's.

Economy is the art of making the most of life.

Vice is waste of life. Poverty, obedience, and celibacy are the canonical vices.

Disobedience, the rarest and most courageous of the virtues, is seldom distinguished from neglect, the laziest and commonest of the vices.