For I think it is the case with genius that it is not when quiescent so very much above mediocrity as the difference between the two might lead us to think, but that it has the power and privilege of rising from that level to a height utterly far from mediocrity: in other words that its greatness is that it can be so great.

Do you know, a horrible thing has happened to me. I have begun to doubt Alfred Tennyson|Tennyson.

I think that the trivialness of life is, and personally to each one, ought to be seen to be, done away with by the Incarnation.

I am surprised you should say fancy and aesthetic tastes have led me to my present state of mind: these would be better satisfied in the Church of England, for bad taste is always meeting one in the accessories of Catholicism.

I thought how sadly beauty of inscape was unknown and buried away from simple people and yet how near at hand it was if they had eyes to see it and it could be called out everywhere again.

All the world is full of inscape and chance left free to act falls into an order as well as purpose.

The poetical language of an age should be the current language heightened, to any degree heightened and unlike itself, but not...an obsolete one.

Our Lord Jesus Christ, my brethren, is our hero, a hero all the world wants.

For myself I make no secret, I look forward with eager desire to seeing the matchless beauty of Christ’s body in the heavenly light.