The friend shook his head, raising his eyebrows as if he had heard a jest deserving only of commiseration, but not of an answer.
"I, for my part," the deep and harmonious voice went on, "am also a Christian.

Not a Catholic, but a Christian.

Indeed, because I am a Christian am an anti-Catholic.

My heart is Christian, and my brain is Protestant.

It is with joy that I see in Catholicism signs, not of decrepitude, but of putrefaction.