As St. Paul points out, Christ never meant that we were to remain children in intelligence: on the contrary, He told us to be not only "as harmless as doves," but also "as wise as serpents." He wants a child's heart, but a grown-up's head.

There was nothing medieval people liked better, or did better, than sorting out and tidying up. Of all our modern inventions I suspect that they would most have admired the card index.

The good man's past begins to change so that his forgiven sins and remembered sorrows take on the quality of Heaven.

In a sense it (Christianity) creates, rather than solves, the problem of pain, for pain would be no problem unless side by side with our daily experience of this painful world, we had received what we think a good assurance that ultimate reality is righteousness and loving.

Art can teach without at all ceasing to be art.

The stamp of the Saint is that he can waive his own rights and obey the Lord Jesus.

No good poem, however confessional it may be, is just a self-expression. Who on earth would claim that the pearl expresses the oyster?