First I believe it to be a grave mistake to present Christianity as something charming and popular with no offense inn it.

Placetne, magistra?" "Placet.

Those who make some other person their job... are dangerous.

It's disquieting to reflect that one's dreams never symbolize one's real wishes, but always something Much Worse... If I really wanted to be passionately embraced by Peter, I should dream of dentists or gardening. I wonder what unspeakable depths of awfulness can only be expressed by the polite symbol of Peter's embraces?

The popular mind has grown so confused that it is no longer able to receive any statement of fact except as an expression of personal feeling.

Nothing is more vulgar than a careful avoidance of beginning a letter with the first person singular.

The war has jerked us pretty sharply into consciousness about this slug-a-bed sin of Sloth, and perhaps we need not say too much about it. But two warnings are rather necessary.