The Task For Us Now, If We

The Zest For Life, Which Is The Source Of All Passion And All Insight, Even Divine, Does Not Come To Us From Ourselves.... It Is God Who Has To Give Us The Impulse Of Wanting Him.

Over Every Living Thing Which Is To Spring Up, To Grow, To Flower, To Ripen During This Day Say Again The Words: This Is My Body. And Over Every Death-force Which Waits In Readiness To Corrode, To Wither, To Cut Down, Speak Again Your Commanding Words Which Express The Supreme Mystery Of Faith: This Is My Blood.

Individual Human Beings Are So Subtly Developed Through The Centuries That It Is Strictly Impermissible To Compare Any Two Men Who Are Not Contemporaries-that Is To Say Are Taken From Two Quite Different Times.

The Dog Knows, But Does Not Know That He Knows.

A Universal Love Is Not Only Psychologically Possible; It Is The Only Complete And Final Way In Which We Are Able To Love.