In the glad old days, before the rise of modern morbidities...it used to be thought a disadvantage to be misunderstood.

Before the Roman came to Rye or out to severn strode, / The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.

God is like the sun; you cannot look at it, but without it you cannot look at anything else.

Religious unity can look like a carnival and religious liberty can look like a funeral.

It has been left to the last Christians, or rather to the first Christians fully committed to blaspheming and denying Christianity, to invent a new kind of worship of Sex, which is not even a worship of Life. It has been left to the very latest Modernists to proclaim an erotic religion which at once exalts lust and forbids fertility . . . The new priests abolish the fatherhood and keep the feast - to themselves.

The hands that had made the sun and stars were too small to reach the huge heads of the cattle. Upon this paradox, we might almost say upon this jest, all the literature of our faith is founded.

Art is born when the temporary touches the eternal.