Joy Is The Infallible Sign Of The

Without You, Without Your Onslaughts, Without Your Uprootings Of Us, We Should Remain All Our Lives Inert, Stagnant, Puerile, Ignorant Both Of Ourselves And Of God. You Who Batter Us And Then Dress Our Wounds, You Who Resist Us And Yield To Us, You Who Wreck And Build, You Who Shackle And Liberate, The Sap Of Our Souls, The Hand Of God, The Flesh Of Christ: It Is You, Matter, That I Bless.

In The Spiritual Life, As In All Organic Processes, Everyone Has Their Optimum And It Is Just As Harmful To Go Beyond It As Not To Attain It.

The World, This Palpable World, Which We Were Wont To Treat With The Boredom And Disrespect With Which We Habitually Regard Places With No Sacred Association For Us, Is In Truth A Holy Place, And We Did Not Know It. Venite, Adoremus.

The World Can No More Have Two Summits Than A Circumference Can Have Two Centres.

Without The Slightest Doubt There Is Something Through Which Material And Spiritual Energy Hold Togehter And Are Complementary. In The Last Analysis, Somehow Or Other, There Must Be A Single Energy Operating In The World. And The First Idea That Occurs To Us Is That The 'soul' Must Be As It Were The Focal Point Of Transformation At Which, From All The Points Of Nature, The Forces Of Bodies Converge, To Become Interiorised And Sublimated In Beauty And Truth.