And my haunting instinct that somehow good was not merely a tool to be used, but a relic to be guarded, like the goods from Crusoe's ship--even that had been the wild whisper of something originally wise, for, according to Christianity, we were indeed the survivors of a wreck, the crew of a golden ship that had gone down before the beginning of the world.
Gilbert K. ChestertonPride juggles with her toppling towers, They strike the sun and cease, But the firm feet of humility They grip the ground like trees.
Gilbert K. ChestertonJournalism largely consists of saying 'Lord Jones is Dead' to people who never knew that Lord Jones was alive.
Gilbert K. Chesterton