Civilization has run on ahead of the soul of man, and is producing faster than he can think and give thanks.

The real pleasure-seeking is the combination of luxury and austerity in such a way that the luxury can really be felt.

Progress is the mother of problems.

Individually, men may present a more or less rational appearance, eating, sleeping, and scheming. But humanity a a whole is changeful, mystical, fickle, delightful. Men are men, but Man is a woman.

The modern materialists are not permitted to doubt; they are forbidden to believe.

Progress is Providence without God. That is, it is a theory that everything has always perpetually gone right by accident. It is a sort of atheistic optimism, based on an everlasting coincidence far more miraculous than a miracle.

Christianity satisfies suddenly and perfectly man's ancestral instinct for being the right way up; satisfies it supremely in this, that by its creed Joy becomes something gigantic, and Sadness something special and small.