Customs are generally unselfish. Habits are nearly always selfish.

There is also an insulting speech about 'one grey day just like another'. You might as well talk about one green tree like another.

Men in England are ruled, at this minute by the clock, by brutes who refuse them bread, by liars who refuse them news, and by fools who cannot govern, and therefore wish to enslave.

It is the main earthly business of a human being to make his home, and the immediate surroundings of his home, as symbolic and significant to his own imagination as he can.

If you'd take your head home and boil it for a turnip it might be useful. I can't say. But it might.

The Catholic Church is the only thing that saves man from the degrading slavery of being a child of his age.

[Buddhism and Christianity] are in one sense parallel and equal; as a mound and a hollow, as a valley and a hill. There is a sense in which that sublime despair is the only alternative to that divine audacity. It is even true that the truly spiritual and intellectual man sees it as sort of dilemma; a very hard and terrible choice. There is little else on earth that can compare with these for completeness. And he who does not climb the mountain of Christ does indeed fall into the abyss of Buddha.