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

... To know and love one other human being is the root of all wisdom.

News is what a chap who doesn't care much about anything wants to read.

Never get mixed up in a Welsh wrangle. It doesn't end in blows like an Irish one, but goes on forever.

I think there's almost nothing I can't excuse except perhaps worshiping graven images. That seems to be idiotic.

I have a good mind not to take Aloysius to Venice. I don't want him to meet a lot of horrid Italian bears and pick up bad habits.

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.