Anyone could write a novel given six weeks, pen paper, and no telephone or wife.

The tourist debauches the great monuments of antiquity, a comic figure, always inapt in his comments, incongruous in his appearance; ...avarice and deceit attack him at every step; the shops that he patronizes are full of forgeries... But we need feel no scruple or twinge of uncertainty; 'we' are travelers and cosmopolitans; the tourist is the other fellow.

There is an Easter sense in which all things are made new in the risen Christ. A tiny gleam of this is reflected in all true art.

It is no longer possible to accept the benefits of civilization and at the same time deny the supernatural basis upon which it is based.

She had heard someone say something about an Independent Labour Party, and was furious that she had not been asked.

The Roman Catholic Church has the unique power of keeping remote control over human souls which have once been part of her. G.K. Chesterton has compared this to the fisherman's line, which allows the fish the illusion of free play in the water and yet has him by the hook; in his own time the fisherman by a 'twitch upon the thread' draws the fish to land.

Here I am,' I thought, 'back from the jungle, back from the ruins. Here, where wealth is no longer gorgeous and power has no dignity.