Those that hate goodness are sometimes nearer than those that know nothing at all about it and think they have it.

If these holy places, things, and days cease to remind us, if they obliterate our awareness that all ground is holy and every bush (could we but perceive it) a Burning Bush, then the hallows begin to do harm. Hence both the necessity, and the perennial danger, of 'religion.'

The Glory of God, and, as our only means of glorifying Him, the salvation of human souls, is the real business of life.

No soul that seriously and constantly desires joy will ever miss it. Those who seek find. To those who knock it is opened.

Christ died for men precisely because men are not worth dying for; to make them worth it.

Once in those very early days my brother brought into the nursery the lid of a biscuit tin which he had covered with moss and garnished with twigs and flowers so as to make it a toy garden or a toy forest. That was the first beauty I ever knew. What the real garden had failed to do, the toy garden did. It made me aware of nature-not, indeed, as a storehouse of forms and colors but as something cool, dewy, fresh, exuberant....As long as I live my imagination of Paradise will retain something of my brother's toy garden.

I am in love and out of it I will not go.