Ours is the first age in history which has asked the child what he would tolerate learning.

Knowing who you are is good for one generation only. You haven't the foggiest idea where you stand now or who you are

Christianity is a strangely cheery religion.

It seems that the fiction writer has a revolting attachment to the poor, for even when he writes about the rich, he is more concerned with what they lack than with what they have.

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.

A gift of any kind is a considerable responsibility. It is a mystery in itself, something gratuitous and wholly undeserved, something whose real uses will probably always be hidden from us.

The trees were full of silver-white sunlight and the meanest of them sparkled.