What people don’t realize is how much religion costs. They think faith is a big electric blanket, when of course it is the cross.

Go warn the children of God of the terrible speed of mercy.

We are now living in an age which doubts both fact and value. It is the life of this age that we wish to see and judge.

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

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 life you save may very well be your own.

One of the awful things about writing when you are a Christian is that for you the ultimate reality is the Incarnation, the present reality is the Incarnation, and nobody believes in the Incarnation; that is, nobody in your audience. My audience are the people who think God is dead. At least these are the people I am conscious of writing for.