Conscience Is The Guardian In The Individual

We Didn't Think Much In The Air Corps Of A Fellow Who Wangled A Cushy Job Out Of His C.o. By Buttering Him Up. It Was Hard For Me To Believe That God Thought Much Of A Man Who Tried To Wangle Salvation By Fulsome Flattery. I Should Have Thought The Worship Most Pleasing To Him Was To Do Your Best According To Your Lights.

It Has Been Said That Good Prose Should Resemble The Conversation Of A Well-bred Man.

We Do Not Write As We Want, But As We Can.

I Thought It Was Only In Revealed Religion That A Mistranslation Improved The Sense.

Of All These The Richest In Beauty Is The Beautiful Life. That Is The Perfect Work Of Art. ~waddington