“the world is the cradle and your trap.”
“The way to begin healing the wounds of the world is to treasure the Infant Christ in us; to be not the castle but the cradle of Christ; and, in rocking that cradle to the rhythm of love, to swing the whole world back into the beat of the Music of Eternal Life.”
“The human race is doomed to sink back farther and farther into the primitive night ere again it begins its bloody climb upward to civilization.”
“So how's the putrid pile of caca doing?”
“We have buried the putrid corpse of liberty”