The saints are never the kind of killjoy spinster aunts who go in for faultfinding and lack all sense of humor.

Lovers are the ones who know most about God; the theologian must listen to them.

The first attempt at a response: there must have been a fall, a decline, and the road to salvation can only be the return of the sensible finite into the intelligible infinite.

We no longer dare to believe in beauty and we make of it a mere appearance in order the more easily to dispose of it.

Everything in Irenaeus is bathed in a warm and radiant joy, a wise and majestic gentleness. His words of struggle are hard as iron and crystal clear, ... so penetrating that they cannot fail to enlighten the unbiased observer.

There is a moment when the interior light of the "eyes of faith" becomes one with the exterior light that shines from Christ, and this occurs because man's thirst, as he strives and seeks after God, is quenched as he finds repose in the revealed form of the Son.

Every experience of beauty points to [eternity].