The striking thing about the Precious Blood is the bond it establishes between love and suffering in our experience, a bond that has become so close that we have come to think of suffering accepted with joy as the most authentic sign of love with any depth at all.

You know you have loved someone when you have glimpsed in them that which is too beautiful to die.

But however measurable, there is much more life in music than mathematics or logic ever dreamed of.

I not only have a body; I am this body.

It is right that we be concerned with the scientific probity of metaphysics.

Contemporary thinkers would say that man is continuously transcending himself.

This detachment (poverty, chastity, etc.) must not be mere amputation; everything which is shaken off must be simultaneously found again at a higher level.