Gods should be iridescent, like the rainbow in the storm. Man creates a God in his own image, and the gods grow old along with the men that made them... But the god-stuff roars eternally, like the sea, with too vast a sound to be heard.

When each thing is unique in itself, there can be no comparison made.... There is only this strange recognition of present otherness.

The sense of wonder, that is our sixth sense.

I believe the nearest I've come to perfect love was with a young coal-miner when I was about 16.

No creature is fully itself till it is, like the dandelion, opened in the bloom of pure relationship to the sun, the entire living cosmos.

And it seems to me a blasphemy to say that the Holy Spirit is Love. In the Old Testament it is an Eagle: in the New it is a Dove.Christ insists on the Dove: but in His supreme moments He includes the Eagle.

There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.