The past is the place we view the present from as much as the other way around.

You do not need to understand healing to be healed or know anything about blessing to be blessed.

What gets me back to church, I think, is thinking maybe this time that question "Is it true?" will be answered, not just in terms of somebody saying, "Yes, it's true," but something will happen in a sermon or maybe shuffling up to the Eucharist, or in the old lady who's sitting beside me with a Bible - maybe something will happen which will show me that it's true. So I go back thinking, maybe this time I'll be lucky.

The world speaks of holy things in the only language it knows, which is worldly language.

Not to love is, psychically, spiritually, to die. To live for yourself alone, hoarding your life for your own sake, is in almost every sense that matters to reduce your life to a life hardly worth the living, and thus to lose it.

You can never be sure whether you are discovering the truth or inventing it.

In his holy flirtation with the world, God occasionally drops a handkerchief. These handkerchiefs are called saints.