Everything that rises must converge.

The most satisfying thing in life is to have been able to give a large part of one's self to others.

And now, as a germination of planetary dimensions, comes the thinking layer which over its full extent develops and intertwines its fibres, not to confuse and neutralise them but to reinforce them in the living unity of a single tissue.

By virtue of Creation, and still more the Incarnation, nothing here below is profane for those who know how to see.

God is not remote from us. He is at the point of my pen, my (pick) shovel, my paint brush, my (sewing) needle - and my heart and thoughts.

He that will believe only what he can fully comprehend must have a long head or a very short creed.

The world, this palpable world, which we were wont to treat with the boredom and disrespect with which we habitually regard places with no sacred association for us, is in truth a holy place, and we did not know it. Venite, adoremus.