For you know only a heap of broken images

It is not enough to understand what we ought to be, unless we know what we are; and we do not understand what we are, unless we know what we ought to be.

It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind.

The hint half guessed, the gift half understood, is Incarnation.

Not less of love, but expanding Of love beyond desire, and so liberation From the Future as well as the past.

The Church must be forever building, for it is forever decaying within and attacked from without.

Culture is the one thing that we cannot deliberately aim at. It is the product of a variety of more or less harmonious activities, each pursued for its own sake.