Do not spoil the wonder with haste!

I put before you the one great thing to love on earth: the Blessed Sacrament.

Still round the corner there may wait, A new road or a secret gate.

Maybe the paths that you each shall tread are already laid before your feet though you do not see them

Who are you, Master?' he asked. 'Eh, what?' said Tom sitting up, and his eyes glinting in the gloom. 'Don't you know my name yet? That's the only answer. Tell me, who are you, alone, yourself and nameless?

War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.

Art is the human process that produces by the way (it is not its only or ultimate object) Secondary Belief.