I am writing a book about the Crusades so dull that I can scarcely write it.

Matilda told such dreadful lies, It made one gasp and stretch one's eyes Her aunt, who, from her earliest youth, Had kept a strict regard for truth, Attempted to believe Matilda The effort very nearly killed her.

When one remembers how the Catholic Church has been governed, and by whom, one realizes that it must have been divinely inspired to have survived at all.

The Reformation has been called in a biting epigram "a rising of the rich against the poor."

From quiet homes and first beginning, out to the undiscovered ends, there's nothing worth the wear of winning, but laughter and the love of friends.

The moment a man talks to his fellows he begins to lie.

I always like to associate with a lot of priests because it makes me understand anti-clerical things so well.