The One, the Good, the True, and the Beautiful, these are what we call the transcendental attributes of Being, because they surpass all the limits of essences and are coextensive with Being.

Even if a unity of faith is not possible, a unity of love is.

Being disguised under the disfigurement of an ugly crucifixion and death, the Christ upon the cross is paradoxically the clearest revelation of who God is.

Lovers are the ones who know most about God; the theologian must listen to them.

It is to the Cross that the Christian is challenged to follow his Master: no path of redemption can make a detour around it.

There will never be beings unloved by God, since God is absolute love.

To be a child means to owe one's existence to another, and even in our adult life we never quite reach the point where we no longer have to give thanks for being the person we are.

The Holy Spirit knows what a particular age's most pressing need is far better than men with their programs.

There is much in Christianity which can be subjected to exact analysis. But the ultimate things are shrouded in the silent mysteries of God.

Not longer loved or fostered by religion, beauty is lifted from its face as a mask, and its absence exposes features on that face which threaten to become incomprehensible to man.

God defines himself as "I am who I am", which also means: My being is such that I shall always be present in every moment of becoming.

For a long while she only looked at him ... as if she didn't want to interrupt the beautiful moment with words.

Is there anyone nearby you can speak to without words?”“I don’t know. I only know that there are those whose minds I can speak with that, when I show them how, speak back to my mind as well.

Part of you thinks that you are not going to die because part of you is not going to die.

The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.

I'm a really heavy sleeper. When I wake up I'm a terrible morning person.

She didn't protest as Hale slid his arm around her and pulled her to rest against his chest. It was somehow softer there than she remembered.

An essential part of the magic involves turning everyone into an enemy, to ward off surprises.

The milk of kindness flows through my body, I shall follow Jesus to the Taco Bell and give thanks.

There seems to be within all of us an innate yearning to be lifted momentarily out of our own lives into the realm of charm and make believe.