As To The Doubt Of The Soul

Facts By Themselves Can Often Feed The Flame Of Madness, Because Sanity Is A Spirit.

But Pure Wit Is Akin To Puritanism; To The Perfect And Painful Consciousness Of The Final Fact In The Universe. Very Briefly, The Man Who Sees The Consistency In Things Is A Wit - And A Calvinist. The Man Who Sees The Inconsistency In Things Is A Humorist - And A Catholic.

We Make Our Friends; We Make Our Enemies; But God Makes Our Next Door Neighbour.

Not Only Does "orthodox" No Longer Mean Being Right, It Practically Means Being Wrong.

It Is Customary To Complain Of The Bustle And Strenuousness Of Our Epoch. But In Truth The Chief Mark Of Our Epoch Is A Profound Laziness And Fatigue; And The Fact Is That The Real Laziness Is The Cause Of The Apparent Bustle.