Joy, which was the small publicity of the pagan, is the gigantic secret of the Christian.

The traveler sees what he sees, the tourist sees what he has come to see.

The secularists have not wrecked divine things; but the secularists have wrecked secular things, if that is any comfort to them. The Titans did not scale heaven; but they laid waste the world.

No man can break any of the Ten Commandments. He can only break himself against them.

We can be almost certain of being wrong about the future, if we are wrong about the past.

So far as a man may be proud of a religion rooted in humility, I am very proud of my religion; I am especially proud of those parts of it that are most commonly called superstition. I am proud of being fettered by antiquated dogmas and enslaved by dead creeds (as my journalistic friends repeat with so much pertinacity), for I know very well that it is the heretical creeds that are dead, and that it is only the reasonable dogma that lives long enough to be called antiquated.

There are those who hate Christianity and call their hatred an all-embracing love for all religions.