The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine, and a good cigar.

There nearly always is a method in madness.

Each generation is converted by the saint who contradicts it most.

Hope means hoping when everything seems hopeless.

The modern world is a crowd of very rapid racing cars all brought to a standstill and stuck in a block of traffic.

Why do all the clerks and navvies in the railway trains look so sad and tired, so very sad and tired? I will tell you. It is because they know that the train is going right. It is because they know that whatever place they have taken a ticket for that place they will reach. It is because after they have passed Sloane Square they know that the next station must be Victoria, and nothing but Victoria. Oh, their wild rapture! oh, their eyes like stars and their souls again in Eden, if the next station were unaccountably Baker Street!

Progress is the mother of all problems.