A saint is simply a human being whose soul has ... grown up to its full stature, by full and generous response to its environment, God. He has achieved a deeper, bigger life than the rest of us, a more wonderful contact with the mysteries of the Universe; a life of infinite possibility, the term of which he never feels that he has reached.

The will is what matters---as long as you have that, you are safe.

I have just been given a very engaging Persian kitten... and his opinion is that I have been given to him.

In prayer the soul comes nearest the experience of absolute love: in belief it ascends by means of symbols towards absolute truth.

Love makes the whole difference between an execution and a martyrdom.

The note we end on is and must be the note of inexhaustible possibility and hope.

I do hope your Christmas has had a little touch of Eternity in among the rush and pitter patter and all. It always seems such a mixing of this world and the next - but that after all is the idea!