Heretics

by G.K. Chesterton

The thing which is resented, and, as I think, rightly resented, in that great modern literature of which Ibsen is typical, is that while the eye that can perceive what are the wrong things increases in an uncanny and devouring clarity, the eye which sees what things are right is growing mistier and mistier every moment, till it goes almost blind with doubt.

And there are men in the modern world who would think anything and do anything rather than admit that anything could be a spiritual product.