Today, something is happening to the whole structure of human consciousness. A fresh kind of life is starting. Driven by the forces of love, the fragments of the world are seeking each other, so that the world may come into being.

Our century is probably more religious than any other. How could it fail to be, with such problems to be solved? The only trouble is that it has not yet found a God it can adore.

More primordial than any idea, beauty will be manifest as the herald and generator or ideas.

Mankind is still embryonic ... [man is] the bud from which something more complicated and more centered than man himself should emerge.

At the heart of our universe, each soul exists for God, in our Lord.

Over every living thing which is to spring up, to grow, to flower, to ripen during this day say again the words: This is my Body. And over every death-force which waits in readiness to corrode, to wither, to cut down, speak again your commanding words which express the supreme mystery of faith: This is my Blood.

We are collaborators in creation.