Once a Catholic always a Catholic.
She was more than ever proud of the position of the bungalow, so almost in the country.
Envy is impotent, numbed with fear, never ceasing in its appetite, and it knows no gratification, but endless self-torment. It has the ugliness of a trapped rat, which gnaws its own foot in an effort to escape.
God knows how you Protestants can be expected to have any sense of direction,' she said. 'It's different with us. I haven't been to mass for years, I've got every mortal sin on my conscience, but I know when I'm doing wrong. I'm still a Catholic.
I have no concern for the common man except that he should not be so common.
The opportunities for heroism are limited in this kind of world: the most people can do is sometimes not to be as weak as they've been at other times.
I opened the large central window of my office room to its full on the fine early May morning. Then I stood for a few moments, breathing in the soft, warm air that was charged with the scent of white lilacs below.
You have a perfect right to consign us all to hell, rector, but you must allow us the choice of how we get there.
People are able to live with only half a heart, to live without real compassion, because they are able to use words that are only forms.
The impulse to write a novel comes from a momentary unified vision of life.