Atheism was natural enough, but heresy seemed strange. For, surely, if one could believe anything, one could believe everything.

I can think of few things more disastrous than starting a new correspondence with any one. Letters are a burden indeed ... they seem often the last straw that breaks the back ... you should see the piles of those that I must answer that litter and weight my writing table.

Only one hour in the normal day is more pleasurable than the hour spent in bed with a book before going to sleep, and that is the hour spent in bed with a book after being called in the morning.

One never feels such distaste for one's countrymen and countrywomen as when one meets them abroad.

miss my daily Mass, and have a superstitious feeling that anything may happen on the days I don't go. However, nothing in particular has.

God very seldom succeeds. He has very nearly everything against him, of course.

Atheism was natural enough, but heresy seemed strange. For, surely, if one could believe anything, one could believe everything.