There are probably enough pieces of bones from the apostles and enough pieces of the cross to fill a small basilica.
That was Twain’s impression. I always wondered what these “relics” are supposed to be good for anyway. Near as I can tell they’re good for nothing, beyond drawing the faithful to the offering plate. Either J.C. got the job done—and all done—or he didn’t. Everything else in Christendom is pretty much the sideshow.