I have in my study a silver vase holding four peacock plumes and several parrot feathers. 

The scene is the Basilica of Saint Mark, in Milan, in 1874. 

Montaigne's reflections are a call to honest and sometimes painful self-examination. 

I believe that Tolkien found in the Middle Ages something of what another Catholic novelist, Sigrid Undset, found there.

If J.R.R. Tolkien was a Titan, Christopher was Atlas, with the weight of a cosmology on his back.

The ending of Solzhenitsyn's book is hopeful.  We are given a glimpse of a "good day" in Ivan Denisovich's life.

Suppose that words were all you had.

"I love this book because there s not a hint of ‘Eat your spinach’ about it. Pearce’s reading program is pure pleasure. It can make the world a happier place." Mike Aquilina

A young man is sitting at his desk, his quill poised above the parchment while he glances toward a French poem at his side.

"Banner in the Sky" is an unmistakably Catholic book.