There is a vision for my life that is greater than my imagination can hold.

The causes of life's history [cannot] resolve the riddle of life's meaning.

Heaven would at once cease to be heaven if the ears of the saints still heard the blasphemous and filthy language of the reprobate.

Because the Church is mystery, there can be no question of deductive or crudely empirical tests. Deduction is ruled out because we have no clear abstract concepts of the Church that could furnish terms for a syllogism. Empirical tests are inadequate because visible results and statistics will never by themselves tell us whether a given decision was right or wrong.

There should always be something gratuitous about art, just as there seems to be, according to the new-wave cosmologists, something gratuitous about the universe.

The best of seers is he who guesses well.

Heaven, as conventionally conceived, is a place so inane, so dull, so useless, so miserable that nobody has ever ventured to describe a whole day in heaven, though plenty of people have described a day at the seaside.

Heaven is the most angelically dull place in all creation

God is not what you imagine or what you think you understand. If you understand you have failed.

Concerning perfect blessedness which consists in a vision of God.

O, we love an unknown lover when we love Christ.

My shallow and ebb thoughts are not the compass Christ saileth by. I leave His ways to Himself, for they are far, far above me . . . There are windings and to's and fro's in His ways, which blind bodies like us cannot see.