John Henry Newman

Growth is the only evidence of life.

So living Nature, not dull Art, Shall plan my ways and rule my heart.

Good is never done except at the expense of those who do it: truth is never enforced except at the sacrifice of its propounders.

Nothing would be done at all, if a man waited till he could do it so well, that no one could find fault with it.

I want a laity, not arrogant, not rash in speech, not disputatious, but men who know their religion, who enter into it, who know just where they stand, who know what they hold and what they do not, who know their creed so well, that they …

After he had gone over the mansion, his entertainer asked him what he thought of the splendours it contained; and he in reply did full justice to the riches of its owner and the skill of its decorators, but he added, "Lions would have …

Where good and ill together blent, Wage an undying strife.

In a higher world it is otherwise; but here below to live is to change, and to be perfect is to have changed often.

Whatever be historical Christianity, it is not Protestantism. If ever there were a safe truth, it is this.

May He support us all the day long, till the shades lengthen, and the evening comes, and the busy world is hushed, and the fever of life is over, and our work is done! Then in His mercy may He give us safe lodging, and a holy rest, and …

We can believe what we choose. We are answerable for what we choose to believe.

Reason is God's gift; but so are the passions.

The Apostles lived eighteen hundred years since; and as far as the Christian looks back, so far can he afford to look forward. There is one Lord, one faith, one baptism, one God and Father of all, from first to last.

brought the witness of tradition as a matter of fact, but when they discussed the matter in council, cleared their views, etc., proved their power, they always went to Scripture alone.

that Scripture proves and the Church teaches

The more I read of Athanasius, Theodoret, etc, the more I see that the ancients did make the Scriptures the basis of their belief.

And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.

Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home— Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet: I do not ask to see The distant scene,—one step enough for me.

Christian! hence learn to do thy part, And leave the rest to Heaven.

Sin can read sin, but dimly scans high grace.

Time hath a taming hand.

There is in stillness oft a magic power To calm the breast, when struggling passions lower; Touch'd by its influence, in the soul arise Diviner feelings, kindred with the skies.

Cor ad cor loquitur.