In our rhythm of earthly life we tire of light. We are glad when the day ends, when the play ends; and ecstasy is too much pain.

But the Church cannot be, in any political sense, either conservative or liberal, or revolutionary. Conservatism is too often conservation of the wrong things: liberalism a relaxation of discipline; revolution a denial of the permanent things.

There is no such thing as a lost cause, because there is no such thing as a gained cause

Poetry is a mug's game.

I say to you: Make perfect your will. / I say: take no thought of the harvest, / But only of proper sowing.

When the Stranger says: "What is the meaning of this city? Do you huddle close together because you love each other?" What will you answer? "We all dwell together To make money from each other"? or "This is a community"? Oh my soul, be prepared for the coming of the Stranger. Be prepared for him who knows how to ask questions.

Uncorseted, her friendly bust Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.