The universe as we know it is a joint product of the observer and the observed.

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.

The time has come to realise that an interpretation of the universe—even a positivist one—remains unsatisfying unless it covers the interior as well as the exterior of things; mind as well as matter. The true physics is that which will, one day, achieve the inclusion of man in his wholeness in a coherent picture of the world.

We are collaborators in creation.

That there is an evolution of one sort or another is now common ground among scientists. Whether or not that evolution is directed is another question.

Joy is the infallible sign of the presence of God.

From an evolutionary point of view, man has stopped moving, if he ever did move.