Every breath of air and ray of light and heat, every beautiful prospect, is, as it were, the skirts of the (angel's) garments, the waving robes of those whose faces see God.
John Henry NewmanA man would do nothing if he waited until he could do it so well that no one could find fault.
John Henry NewmanSuch is the constitution of the human mind, that any kind of knowledge, if it be really such, is its own reward.
John Henry Newman