Where can we hide in fair weather, we orphans of the storm?

In the dying world I come from, quotation is a national vice.

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.

You have no idea how much nastier I would be if I was not a Catholic. Without supernatural aid I would hardly be a human being.

Enclosing every thin man, there's a fat man demanding elbow-room.

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

Beer commercials are so patriotic: Made the American Way. What does that have to do with America? Is that what America stands for? Feeling sluggish and urinating frequently?