Catholicism is not ritualism; it may in the future be fighting some sort of superstitious and idolatrous exaggeration of ritual. Catholicism is not asceticism; it has again and again in the past repressed fanatical and cruel exaggerations of asceticism. Catholicism is not mere mysticism; it is even now defending human reason against the mere mysticism of the Pragmatists.

The eagle has no liberty; he only has loneliness.

The Byzantines hammered away at their hard and orthodox symbols, because they could not be in a mood to believe that men could take a hint. The moderns drag out into lengths and reels of extravagance their new orthodoxy of being unorthodox, because they also cannot give a hint -- or take a hint. Yet all perfect and well-poised art is really a hint.

He may be mad, but there's method in his madness. There nearly always is method in madness. It's what drives men mad, being methodical.

Let your religion be less of a theory and more of a love affair.

Fallacies do not cease to be fallacies because they become fashions.

Gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.