How many writers are there... who, breaking up their subject into details, destroy its life, and defraud us of the whole by their anxiety about the parts.

We can believe what we choose. We are answerable for what we choose to believe.

How can we understand forgiveness if we haven't recognized the depth of our sin?

Literature stands related to Man as Science stands to Nature; it is his history.

Flagrant evils cure themselves by being flagrant.

Courage does not consist in calculation, but in fighting against chances.

A cloud of incense was rising on high; the people suddenly all bowed low; what could it mean? The truth flashed on him, fearfully yet sweetly; it was the Blessed Sacrament - it was the Lord Incarnate who was on the altar, who had come to visit and bless his people. It was the Great Presence, which makes a Catholic Church different from every other place in the world; which makes it, as no other place can be - holy.