Quote: Chesterton #1

"I felt it in my bones; first, that this world does not explain itself... Second, I came to feel as if magic must have a meaning, and meaning must have someone to mean it. There was something personal in the world, as in a work of art; whatever it meant it meant violently. Third, I thought this purpose beautiful in its old design, in spite of its defects... Fourth, that the proper form of thanks to it is some form of humility and restraint... and last, and strangest,... that in some way all good was a remnant to be stored and held sacred out of some primordial ruin."

G.K. Chesterton, The Ethics of Elfland