the protective, healing silence of forgiveness is just as much part of confession as its quality of judgment - stressed so much more. For in confessi… - Ida Friederike Görres

Francis de Sales defines jealousy as the expression of a violent but impure love. Does he know how it can be purified, I wonder? Or must it die slowly- in its own festering sore, as it were - burning, oozing out, the way a wound cleanses itself before it heals?

Humanly speaking the Church as a whole will never cut a good figure, and her exceptions seem almost like another species.

Once again the tide of Carmelite spitrituality is drawing me, like a current, and, yet again, I sense its dangerous challenge to my own appointed way. Utter nakedness, utter rejection, utter renunciation - how tempting is this stream of spirituality, with the tremendous nimbus of its glorious and venerable past!