Despite all the lunacy of the last century, all the absurdity of war and genocide, we believe that humans being are rational and are made to seek the truth.

I believe that my own Christian faith does indeed make universal claims.

The medieval Church believed that the resurrection of Christ marked a new time for all of humanity.

I believe that his death and resurrection transformed humanity's relationship with God.

This evening I wish to suggest that we Christians should accompany people on their pilgrimages. Specifically we should travel with people as they search for the good, the true and the beautiful.

Claiming that you have got the truth wrapped up does breed violence and intolerance.

The unutterable violence of the Holocaust shook our confidence in the possibility of telling any story of faith at all.

Clearly a big challenge for Christianity is how to remain in contact with the millions of people who look for God but do not come to Church.

Christians can bring peace to multi-religious Europe because we are able to understand the role of faith in the lives of other believers better than atheists.

The trouble is that after nine years as a Jack of all trades and Master of the Dominican Order, I have no expertise on anything except airports and exotic foods.

We need the wisdom of women, and the experience of married people and parents, and the depth of the contemplative if we are to be formed as preachers.

Do you remember what you said to me once? That you could help me only by loving me? Well-you did love me for a moment and it helped me. It has always helped me.

I often leave... You see, I'm not angry nor hold grouches at what they do. It makes me angry that they would get mad if I did what they do.

So at the heart of all things is the germ of their overthrow; the closer you are to the heart, the closer to the reversal. Nowhere to go but down. You reach the core and then you're blown away--

I like commas. I detest semi-colons — I don’t think they belong in a story. And I gave up quotation marks long ago. I found I didn’t need them, they were fly-specks on the page.

If you once love Him, you will study to please Him.

Harboring unforgiveness is like drinking poison and hoping your enemy will die.

Grief can be a slow ache that never seems to stop rising, yet as we grieve, those we love mysteriously become more and more a part of who we are.

To be a great champion you must believe you are the best. If you’re not, pretend you are.

For, so long as there are interesting books to read, it seems to me that neither I nor anyone else, for that matter, need be unhappy.

That's pretty tough talk from a guy who has fewer days at work this year than he has houses.