Meaninglessness does not come from being weary of pain. Meaninglessness comes from being weary of pleasure.

A man imagines a happy marriage as a marriage of love; even if he makes fun of marriages that are without love, or feels sorry for lovers who are without marriage.

But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, "Do it again" to the sun.; and every evening, "Do it again" to the moon. It may not be automatic monotony that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never gotten tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.

Very few reputations are gained by unsullied virtue.

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

The hands that had made the sun and stars were too small to reach the huge heads of the cattle. Upon this paradox, we might almost say upon this jest, all the literature of our faith is founded.

What life and death may be to a turkey is not my business; but the soul of Scrooge and the body of Cratchit are my business.