I think we are in rats’ alley Where the dead men lost their bones.

So the lover must struggle for words.

No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone.

But it seems that something has happened that has never happened before; though we know not just when, or why, or how, or where. Men have left God not for gods, they say, but for no gods; and this has never happened before. That men both deny gods and worship gods, professing first Reason, and the money, and power, and what they call life, or race, or dialect.The church disowned, the tower overthrown, the bells upturned, what have we to do but stand with empty hands and palms upturned in an age which advances progressively backwards?

A prose that is altogether alive demands something of the reader that the ordinary novel reader is not prepared to give.

The True Church can never fail. For it is based upon a rock.

If you haven’t the strength to impose your own terms upon life, then you must accept the terms it offers you.