The Church Of Christ Is An Anvil

The Vows We Take In The Holy Place Bind Us Till We Are Purged Of Them At Inanda's Kraal. Till Then No Blood Must Be Shed And No Flesh Eaten. It Was The Fashion Of Our Forefathers.

You May Hear People Say That Submarines Have Done Away With The Battleship, And That Aircraft Have Annulled The Mastery Of The Sea. That Is What Our Pessimists Say. But Do You Imagine That The Clumsy Submarine Or The Fragile Aeroplane Is Really The Last Word Of Science?

I Once Played The Chief Part In A Rather Exciting Business Without Ever Once Budging From London . And The Joke Of It Was That The Man Who Went Out To Look For Adventure Only Saw A Bit Of The Game, And I Who Sat In My Chambers Saw It All And Pulled The Strings. 'they Also Serve Who Only Stand And Wait,' You Know.

I Wondered Whether The Scientific Modern Brain Could Not Get To The Stage Of Realising That Space Is Not An Empty Homogeneous Medium, But Full Of Intricate Differences, Intelligible And Real, Though Not With Our Common Reality.

It Was Foreordained That I Should Go Alone To Umvelos', And In The Promptings Of My Own Infallible Heart I Believed I Saw The Workings Of Omnipotence. Such Is Our Moral Arrogance, And Yet Without Such A Belief I Think That Mankind Would Have Ever Been Content To Bide Sluggishly At Home.