Love, In Its Own Nature, Demands The

Our Problem With Desire Is That We Want Too Little.

Either Jesus Is The Son Of God ; Or A Madman Or Worse. But His Being Just A Great Teacher? He's Not Left That Open To Us.

We Cannot Understand. The Best Is Perhaps What We Understand Least.

Poetry Too Is A Little Incarnation, Giving Body To What Had Been Before Invisible And Inaudible.

There Is But One Good; That Is God. Everything Else Is Good When It Looks To Him And Bad When It Turns From Him.