At the back of our brains is a blaze of astonishment at our own existence. The object of the artistic and spiritual life is to dig for this sunrise of wonder.
G. K. CHESTERTONThe whole secret of mysticism is this: that man can understand everything by the help of something he cannot understand.
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Let your religion be less of a theory and more of a love affair.
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Hell is God’s great compliment to the reality of human freedom and the dignity of human choice.
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Doing nothing is sometimes one of the highest of the duties of man.
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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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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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Science must not impose any philosophy, any more than the telephone must tell us what to say.
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Modern intelligence won’t accept anything on authority. But it will accept anything without authority.
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The test of happiness is gratitude.
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I have known many happy marriages, but never a compatible one. The whole aim of marriage is to fight through and survive the instant when incompatibility becomes unquestionable. For a man and a woman, as such, are incompatible.
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It is terrible to contemplate how few politicians are hanged.
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The most incredible thing about miracles is that they happen.
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But the truth is that it is only by believing in God that we can ever criticise the Government. Once abolish the God, and the Government becomes the God.
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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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O God of earth and altar, Bow down and hear our cry, Our earthly rulers falter, Our people drift and die; The walls of gold entomb us, The swords of scorn divide, Take not thy thunder from us, But take away our pride.
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The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.
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