All Real Living Is Meeting.

There Are People Of Spirit And There Are People Of Passion, Both Less Common Than One Might Think. Rarer Still Are The People Of Spirit And Passion. But Rarest Of All Is A Passionable Spirit.

Everything Is Full Of Sacramental Substance, Everything. Each Thing And Each Function Is Ever Ready To Light Up Into A Sacrament.

As Long As The Firmament Of The You Is Spread Over Me, The Tempests Of Causality Cower At My Heels, And Whirl Of Doom Congeals.

All Names Of God Remain Hallowed Because They Have Been Used Not Only To Speak Of God But Also To Speak To Him.

Feelings Dwell In Man; But Man Dwells In His Love. That Is No Metaphor, But The Actual Truth. Love Does Not Cling To The I In Such A Way As To Have The Thou Only For Its " Content," Its Object; But Love Is Between I And Thou. The Man Who Does Not Know This, With His Very Being Know This, Does Not Know Love; Even Though He Ascribes To It The Feelings He Lives Through, Experiences, Enjoys, And Expresses.