I distrust Great Men. They produce a desert of uniformity around them and often a pool of blood too, and I always feel a little man's pleasure when they come a cropper.

An efficiency-regime cannot be run without a few heroes stuck about it to carry off the dullness - much as plums have to be put into bad pudding to make it pal…

Faith, to my mind, is a stiffening process, a sort of mental starch, which ought to be applied as sparingly as possible.

There lies at the back of every creed something terrible and hard for which the worshipper may one day be required to suffer.