It is true that I am of an older fashion; much that I love has been destroyed or sent into exile.

The modern world is filled with men who hold dogmas so strongly that they do not even know they are dogmas.

Man is more himself, man is more manlike, when Joy is the fundamental thing in him, and Grief the superficial. Melancholy should be an innocent interlude, a tender and fugitive state of mind; Praise should be the permanent pulsation of the soul. Pessimism is at best an emotional half-holiday; Joy is the uproarious labor by which all things live? Christianity satisfies suddenly and perfectly man's ancestral instinct for being the right way up; satisfies it supremely in this, that by its creed Joy becomes something gigantic, and Sadness something special and small.

In truth the Church is too unique to prove herself unique. For most popular and easy proof is by parallel; and here there is no parallel.

The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.

If seeds in the black earth can turn into such beautiful roses, what might not the heart of man become in its long journey toward the stars?

Ivory may not be so white as snow, but the whole Arctic continent does not make ivory black.