A universal love is not only psychologically possible; it is the only complete and final way in which we are able to love.

Specialisation paralyses, ultra-specialisation kills. Palaeontology is littered with such catastrophes.

Without you, without your onslaughts, without your uprootings of us, we should remain all our lives inert, stagnant, puerile, ignorant both of ourselves and of God. You who batter us and then dress our wounds, you who resist us and yield to us, you who wreck and build, you who shackle and liberate, the sap of our souls, the hand of God, the flesh of Christ: it is you, matter, that I bless.

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.

The human person is the sum total of a 15 billion year chain of unbroken evolution now thinking about itself

Isolation is a blind alley....Nothing on the planet grows except by convergence.

The whole life lies in the verb seeing.