Realism is simply Romanticism that has lost its reason...that is its reason for existing.

The main point of Christianity was this: that Nature is not our mother: Nature is our sister.

The Mass is very long and tiresome unless one loves God.

The books that influence the world are those that it has not read.

Whatever else may be said of man, this one thing is clear: He is not what he is capable of being.

Were Patrick Henry to return to earth and look around on the vast economic order of the day, he might revise his observation and merely say ‘Give me death’-the alternative being manifestly impossible under modern conditions.

The supreme adventure is being born. There we do walk suddenly into a splendid and startling trap... When we step into the family, by the act of being born, we do step into a world which is incalculable, into a world which has its own strange laws, into a world which could do without us, into a world we have not made. In other words, when we step into the family we step into a fairy-tale.