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

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

Just at present you only see the tree by the light of the lamp. I wonder when you would ever see the lamp by the light of the tree.

And though St. John saw many strange monsters in his vision, he saw no creature so wild as one of his own commentators.

You have not wasted your time; you have helped to save the world. We are not buffoons, but very desperate men at war with a vast conspiracy.

No man's really any good till he knows how bad he is, or might be.

The whole secret of mysticism is this: that man can understand everything by the help of something he cannot understand.