"Like fighting an addiction, being an antiracist requires persistent self-awareness, constant self-criticism, and regular self-examination," says Ibram X. Kendi, author of best-selling "How to Be an Antiracist".

Let us imagine Western civilization as a stool with three legs.

In the late nineteenth century, a New England college dean wrote: "The youth who loves his Alma Mater will always ask, not 'What can she do for me?' but 'What can I do for her?'" 

"I don't ever want to be a priest," I said to myself with conviction as my elementary school teacher handed out the Lenten "mite boxes" with the name and photo of a seminarian printed on one side. 

In the popular mind, the Pharisees come across as the quintessential villains in the hero's story.

We can understand — indeed we share — the frustration of our fellow Catholics with the ways in which the Holy Father conducts interviews and the ways in which the media distorts them, but we must not do anything to undermine the truth that sets us free. 

The wife of a most distinguished oil painter, who taught at the Art Students League for many decades, having started there as a boy with a scholarship given by Mayor LaGuardia, told me that he had "perfect pitch" when it came to mixing his palette.

Exaggeration is the oldest tendency of American humor. 

We have to realize that our Lord is not alone in gazing on us.

Some of our hierarchs speak as if the moral law as regards sex, marriage, and family life were a bitter constraint, to be acknowledged perhaps, but also to be transcended in the name of Christian liberty and charity.