I don't deserve any credit for turning the other cheek as my tongue is always in it.

He had the feeling that everything he saw was a broken-off piece of some giant blank thing that he had forgotten had happened to him.

I suppose half of writing is overcoming the revulsion you feel when you sit down to it.

The Catholic writer, in so far as he has the mind of the Church, will feel life from the standpoint of the central Christian mystery; that it has, for all its horror, been found by God to be worth dying for.

The operation of the Church is entirely set up for the sinner; which creates much misunderstanding among the smug.” (August 9, 1955)

You shall know the truth, and it will make you odd.

There was already a deep black wordless conviction in him that the way to avoid Jesus was to avoid sin.