This world is a great sculptor's shop. We are the statues and there is a rumor going round the shop that some of us are some day going to come to life.

[M]an has been accustomed, ever since he was a boy, to having a dozen incompatible philosophies dancing about together inside his head. He doesn't think of doctrines as primarily "true" or "false," but as "academic" or "practical," "outworn" or "contemporary," "conventional" or "ruthless." Jargon, not argument, is your best ally in keeping him from the Church. Don't waste time trying to make him think that materialism is true! Make him think it is strong or stark or courageous—that it is the philosophy of the future. That's the sort of thing he cares about.

In God there is no hunger that needs to be filled, only plenteousness that desires to give.

We are not merely imperfect creatures who must be improved; we are rebels who must lay down our arms.

If nothing in this world satisfies me, perhaps it is because I was made for another world.

Like a good chess player, Satan is always trying to maneuver you into a position where you can save your castle only by losing your bishop.

There is but one good; that is God. Everything else is good when it looks to Him and bad when it turns from Him.