We do not want to merely “see” beauty. We want to be united with it, to receive it into ourselves, to become part of it.

God is the food our spirits were designed to feed on.

Reason is the natural order of truth; but imagination is the organ of meaning.

We feasted on love; every mode of it, solemn and merry, romantic and realistic, sometimes as dramatic as a thunderstorm, sometimes comfortable and unemphatic as putting on your soft slippers. She was my pupil and my teacher, my subject and my sovereign, my trusty comrade, friends, shipmate, fellow-soldier. My mistress, but at the same time all that any man friend has ever been to me.

We meet no ordinary people in our lives.

Democracy demands that little men should not take big ones too seriously; it dies when it is full of little men who think they are big themselves.

Sainthood lies in the habit of referring the smallest actions to God.