There Is No Bigot Like The Atheist.

The Catholic Church Is Like A Thick Steak, A Glass Of Red Wine, And A Good Cigar.

We Are Always Giving Foreign Names To Very Native Things. If There Is A Thing That Reeks Of The Glorious Tradition Of The Old English Tavern, It Is Toasted Cheese. But For Some Wild Reason We Call It Welsh Rarebit. I Believe That What We Call Irish Stew Might More Properly Be Called English Stew, And That It Is Not Particularly Familiar In Ireland.

My Life Is Passed In Making Bad Jokes And Seeing Them Turn Into True Prophecies.

For When We Cease To Worship God, We Do Not Worship Nothing, We Worship Anything.

The Perplexity Of Life Arises From There Being Too Many Interesting Things In It For Us To Be Interested Properly In Any Of Them.