In a world flagrant with the failures of civilization, what is there particularly immortal about our own?

Being 'contented' ought to mean in English, as it does in French, being pleased. Being content with an attic ought not to mean being unable to move from it and resigned to living in it; it ought to mean appreciating all there is in such a position.

In Catholicism, the pint, the pipe and the Cross can all fit together.

It is customary to complain of the bustle and strenuousness of our epoch. But in truth the chief mark of our epoch is a profound laziness and fatigue; and the fact is that the real laziness is the cause of the apparent bustle.

An inconvenience is an adventure wrongly considered.

Literature is a luxury; fiction is a necessity.

Tolerance is the virtue of those who don't believe anything.