If a man finds Christianity true in Birmingham, he has actually clearer reasons for faith than if he had found it true in Mercia.

For the more complicated seems the coincidence, the less it can be a coincidence.

If snowflakes fell in the shape, say, of the heart of Midlothian, it might be an accident.

But if snowflakes fell in the exact shape of the maze at Hampton Court, I think one might call it a miracle.

It is exactly as of such a miracle that I have since come to feel of the philosophy of Christianity.