Jody

“Facts,” murmured Basil, like one mentioning some strange, far-off animals, “how facts obscure the truth.

I may be silly—in fact, I'm off my head—but I never could believe in that man—what's his name, in those capital stories?—Sherlock Holmes. Every detail points to something, certainly; but generally to the wrong thing.

Facts point in all directions, it seems to me, like the thousands of twigs on a tree. It's only the life of the tree that has unity and goes up—only the green blood that springs, like a fountain, at the stars.”
― G. K. Chesterton, The Club of Queer Trades Illustrated

“In times of deep pain in my own life, the belief of the church has carried me. When we confess the creeds in worship, we don’t say, “I believe in God the Father . . .” because some weeks I do and some weeks, I can’t climb that high. Instead we confess, “We believe . . .” Belief isn’t a feeling inside of us, but a reality outside of us into which we enter, and when we find our faith faltering, sometimes all we can do is fall on the faith of the saints. We believe together. Thank God belief isn’t left to me and my ever-fluctuating faithfulness.”
― Tish Harrison Warren, Prayer in the Night: For Those Who Work or Watch or Weep

“The more machines there are to replace men, the more men there will be in society who are nothing but machines.”
― Louis de Bonald

“Love is never wasted, for its value does not rest on reciprocity.”
― C.S. Lewis