The past is not what it was.

Christianity met the mythological search for romance by being a story and the philosophical search for truth by being a true story.

The Church is a house with a hundred gates: and no two men enter at exactly the same angle

Now, among the heresies that are spoken in this matter is the habit of calling a grey day a "colourless" day. Grey is a colour, and can be a very powerful and pleasing colour.... A grey clouded sky is indeed a canopy between us and the sun; so is a green tree, if it comes to that. But the grey umbrellas differ as much as the green in their style and shape, in their tint and tilt. One day may be grey like steel, and another grey like dove’s plumage. One may seem grey like the deathly frost, and another grey like the smoke of substantial kitchens.

One of the chief uses of religion is that it makes us remember our coming from darkness, the simple fact that we are created.

The fatal metaphor of progress, which means leaving things behind us, has utterly obscured the real idea of growth, which means leaving things inside us.

All government is an ugly necessity.