“People worship power in the form in which they are able to understand it. A twelve-year-old boy worships Jack Dempsey. An adolescent in a Glasgow slum worships Al Capone. An aspiring pupil at a business college worships Lord Nuffield. A New Statesman reader worships Stalin. There is a difference in intellectual maturity, but none in moral outlook.””
“When a poor soul is somewhat awakened by the terrors of the Lord, then the poor creature, being born under the covenant of works, flies directly to a covenant of works again. And as Adam and Eve hid themselves… and sewed fig leaves… so the poor sinner, when awakened, flies to his duties and to his performances, to hide himself from God, and goes to patch up a righteousness of his own. Says he, I will be mighty good now–I will reform–I will do all I can; and then certainly Jesus Christ will have mercy on me.””
“there were solid gold and silver vessels and ornaments, crusted with gems, miles of jewel-sewn brocade, gorgeous pictures and statues that the troops just hacked and smashed, beautiful enamel and porcelain trampled underfoot, weapons and standards set with rubies and emeralds which were gouged and hammered from their settings”
“A theatrical tribute to John Knox is one way of measuring his failure. John Kox was a strong advocate of the death penalty for actors, and consistent supporters of his doctrine should properly have strung up Tom Fleming, his impersonator, along with the rest of the cast of Robert Kemp's presented at the Gateway Theatre during October. The play and the man cannot both be justified, and an unrealistic element enters into a theatrical interpretation that is devised to do fulsome homage to a historical character without conceding that he was one of the Theatre's most savage enemies. This element of calculated inaccuracy was sustained in a piece that Christopher Small, writing in the , rightly observed presented us with the Knox of tradition, or sentiment, rather than the Knox of history. But if we are prepared to swallow the legend, Mr. Kemp succeeded in giving it theatrical life.””
“The lorries thunder through mile upon mile of farmland, indeed, but... it is obviously related to an urban economy... is the word... The stigmata of neglect litter the highway {A80] almost all the way from Glasgow to Stirling... let the intelligent traveller consider as he passes through them the nature and provenance of Millerston, Mollinsburn, Cumbernauld and Dennyloanhead. It is impossible to traverse such communities without seeing that something rather horrible once happened to Scotland, something from which it has never recovered.””
“If you play Mr. Glasgow and that it's a fine warm-hearted city then you are kidding yourself, kidding the pubic, and pledging the future to no reform.””