-Auberon Waugh
The Outline of Sanity
A quotes blog of various writers (mostly Christian, and specifically Catholic, in nature)
Saturday, March 16, 2024
Saturday, November 4, 2023
Wednesday, September 13, 2023
-Fulton Sheen, Life is Worth Living (1953)
Monday, August 28, 2023
A fashion is something that goes in one year and out another.
-Fulton Sheen, Life is Worth Living, Fourth Series (1956)
Sunday, August 27, 2023
Sunday, January 29, 2023
-Matthew Kelly (drummer for the "Dropkick Murphys")
Gilbert, January/February 2023, pp. 14-15
Friday, January 13, 2023
-James Chastek[H/T Mike Flynn]
Saturday, January 7, 2023
Friday, July 8, 2022
Of all forms of stupidity the most crass, the most tedious, and yet the most exasperating is learned stupidity; a pompous furniture of accumulated facts unrelated by the intelligence. We all know the symptoms. There is the use of a jargon to impress the gaping public and the substitution of specialist unfamiliar terms for plain English. There is the constant respectful allusion by one pedant to this, that and the other pedant, so as to present the whole herd of them as a sort of sacred college....
The soul of the error is a substitution of hypothesis for fact: the putting forward of what is in truth mere guesswork as affirmations, and the spinning of endless theories, any one of which is held respectable on condition that it contradicts traditional knowledge and the plain statements of the past.
The Bible has been made a playground, apparently inexhaustible in its resources for people of this kind. They are so lost to common sense that they solemnly present great poems as being the products not of poets but of committees. Splendid passages of descriptive prose they imagine to have been pierced together out of discordant fragments. They will talk in the most familiar way of wholly imaginary documents and by their aid dissolve all straightforward narrative, and incidentally all the dignity of just expression.
-Hilaire Belloc, The Battleground
Monday, May 9, 2022
The Dangers of National Repentance
If they are, it might be supposed that their error is very harmless: men fail so often to repent their real sins that the occasional repentance of an imaginary sin might appear almost desirable. But what actually happens (I have watched it happening) to the youthful national penitent is a little more complicated than that. England is not a natural agent, but a civil society. When we speak of England’s actions we mean the actions of the British Government. The young man who is called upon to repent of England’s foreign policy is really being called upon to repent the acts of his neighbour; for a Foreign Secretary or a Cabinet Minister is certainly a neighbour. And repentance presupposes condemnation. The first and fatal charm of national repentance is, therefore, the encouragement it gives us to turn from the bitter task of repenting our own sins to the congenial one of bewailing but, first, of denouncing the conduct of others. If it were clear to the young that this is what he is doing, no doubt he would remember the law of charity. Unfortunately the very terms in which national repentance is recommended to him conceal its true nature. By a dangerous figure of speech, he calls the Government not ‘they’ but ‘we’. And since, as penitents, we are not encouraged to be charitable to our own sins, nor to give ourselves the benefit of any doubt, a Government which is called ‘we’ is ipso facto placed beyond the sphere of charity or even of justice. You can say anything you please about it. You can indulge in the popular vice of detraction without restraint, and yet feel all the time that you are practising contrition. A group of such young penitents will say, ‘Let us repent our national sins’; what they mean is, ‘Let us attribute to our neighbour (even our Christian neighbour) in the Cabinet. whenever we disagree with him, every abominable motive that Satan can suggest to our fancy.’
-C.S. Lewis, God in the Dock[H/T to this blog]
Tuesday, February 8, 2022
-Dale Price
Tuesday, January 18, 2022
-St. Augustine of Hippo, Contra Faustum, Book XVII, 3 (written about the year 400)