Suppose, my dear Chadd, suppose it is we who are the idiots because we are not afraid of devils in the dark?

For when we cease to worship God, we do not worship nothing, we worship anything.

Time and again, the Faith has to all appearances gone to the dogs. But each time, it was the dog that died.

And though St. John saw many strange monsters in his vision, he saw no creature so wild as one of his own commentators.

The man who lives in contact with what he believes to be a living Church is a man always expecting to meet Plato and Shakespeare tomorrow at breakfast. He is always expecting to see some truth that he has never seen before.

We cannot fling ourselves into the blank future; we can only call up images from the past. This being so, the important principle follows, that how many images we have largely depends on how much past we have.

It is as healthy to enjoy sentiment as to enjoy jam.