The test of happiness is gratitude.
G. K. CHESTERTONTolerance is a virtue of people who don’t believe in anything anymore.
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These are the days when the Christian is expected to praise every creed except his own.
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The most extraordinary thing in the world is an ordinary man and an ordinary woman and their ordinary children.
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The greatest political storm flutters only a fringe of humanity. But an ordinary man and an ordinary woman and their ordinary children literally alter the destiny of nations.
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When a woman puts up her fists to a man she is putting herself in the only posture in which he is not afraid of her.
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The past is not what it was.
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Journalism is popular, but it is popular mainly as fiction. Life is one world, and life seen in the newspapers is another.
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A thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thing created is loved before it exists.
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Impartiality is a pompous name for indifference, which is an elegant name for ignorance.
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Nothing taken for granted; everything received with gratitude; everything passed on with grace.
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Variability is one of the virtues of a woman. It avoids the crude requirement of polygamy. So long as you have one good wife you are sure to have a spiritual harem”.
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I may not practice what I preach but God forbid I should preach what I practice
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The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.
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A Catholic is a person who has plucked up courage to face the incredible and inconceivable idea that something else may be wiser than he is.
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We should always endeavor to wonder at the permanent thing, not at the mere exception. We should be startled by the sun, and not by the eclipse. We should wonder less at the earthquake, and wonder more at the earth.
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When we were children we were grateful to those who filled our stockings at Christmas time. Why are we not grateful to God for filling our stockings with legs?
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