It was the sin of others that drove me thither; not my own, though it almost seemed so.

Being what I am, I must either have done what you saw me doing, or have gone mad.
Would that have been better ?" "Then you are not a Catholic ?" asked the sculptor earnestly.
"Really, I do not quite know what I am," replied Hilda, encountering his eyes with a frank and simple gaze.

"I have a great deal of faith, and Catholicism seems to have a great deal of good.

Why should not I be a Catholic, if I find there what I need, and what I cannot find elsewhere?
The more I see of this worship, the more I wonder at the exuberance with which it adapts itself to all the demands of human infirmity.

If its ministers were but a little more than human, above all error, pure from all iniquity, what a religion would it be!" "I need not fear your conversion to the Catholic faith," remarked Kenyon, "if you are at all aware of the bitter sarcasm implied in your last observation.