The work with which we embark on this first volume of a series of theological studies is a work with which the philosophical person does not begin, but rather concludes.

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.

Learn to be brave and adventurous because you’ll never discover your place in the world, if you’re too afraid to leave your own backyard.

The woman lived inside him, was his mate.

Milk is a really important part of my diet. For London, I had to be in the best shape of my life, and having milk every day played a part in that.

He felt as though he were wandering in the forests of the sea bottom, lost in a monstrous world where he himself was the monster. He was alone. The past was dead, the future was unimaginable

...you are defined by how you live your life, not whom you live it with, and certainly not by what you gave up to be with that person.

You'd better hurry up, they'll be waiting for 'the Chosen Captain' — 'The Boy Who Scored'— whatever they call you these days.

Value everyone's contribution and treat everyone with respect.

I ain't no perfect man I'm tryna do the best that I can with what it is I have.

A man, groundly learned already, may take much profit himself in using by epitome to draw other men’s works, for his own memory sake, into short room.

On this point, the priest and the philosopher agree: We must die.