The history of Israel and Judaism is the unfolding of the meaning of this story. It's retelling is never finished and will not be until the Kingdom.

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.

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.

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.

Composing music changes nations, listening to music changes you.

People are not born perfect.We make them perfect, By loving them perfectly.

Have ye ever known a female who wasna a bit of a witch in her own sweet way?

Sometimes in movies, I still have to be the hero, but it's not all that important to me anymore.

William Blake is my favorite poet of all time, and he said that he wasn't quite familiar with the sounds of music. If so, he would have been a musician.

I'm vey bad at marshaling arguments. I can't, at a dinner party, explain why I'm a socialist and why others should be socialists as well.

Art is only the search, it is not the final form. It's unlimited, it's forever.

One day I noticed that I could go on working my art motif no matter what the weather might be. I no longer needed the sun, for I took my light everywhere with me.

Perhaps, he thought, true pure love, like all flowers, flourished best with its roots in muck and mud. Perhaps that was a law of life that held everything together.

The hands that help are better far / Than lips that pray. / Love is the ever gleaming star / That leads the way, / That shines, not on vague worlds of bliss, / But on a paradise in this.