Catholic doctrine and discipline may be walls; but they are the walls of a playground.

If the apple hit Newton’s nose, Newton’s nose hit the apple.

The men of the East may spell the stars, And times and triumphs mark, But the men signed of the cross of Christ Go gaily in the dark.

...there is in life an element of elfin coincidence which people reckoning on the prosaic may perpetually miss. As it has been well expressed in the paradox of Poe, wisdom should reason on the unforeseen.

If man is not the image of God, then he is a disease of the dust.

The men of the clique live together because they have the same kind of soul, and their narrowness is a narrowness of spiritual coherence and contentment, like that which exists in hell . . .

The true object of human life is play.