How many writers are there... who, breaking up their subject into details, destroy its life, and defraud us of the whole by their anxiety about the parts. — John Henry Newman Copy Share Image
Brutes gaze on sights, they are arrested by sounds; and what they see and what they hear are sights and sounds only. The intellectof man, on the contrary, energises as well as his eye or ear, and perceives in sights… — John Henry Newman Copy Share Image
Fear not that thy life shall come to an end, but rather that it shall ever have a beginning. — John Henry Newman Copy Share Image
It is not God's way that great blessings should descend without the sacrifice first of great sufferings. If the truth is to be spread… — John Henry Newman Copy Share Image
By a garden is meant mystically a place of spiritual repose, stillness, peace, refreshment, delight. — John Henry Newman Copy Share Image
Fear not that thy life shall come to an end, but rather fear that it shall never have a beginning. — John Henry Newman Copy Share Image
“The minds of young people are pliable and elastic, and easily accommodate themselves to any one they fall in with.” — John Henry Newman Copy Share Image
The love of our private friends is the only preparatory exercise for the love of all men. — John Henry Newman Copy Share Image
A universityeducates the intellect to reason well in all matters, to reach out towards truth, and to grasp it. — John Henry Newman Copy Share Image
Nothing would be done at all if one waited until one could do it so well that no one could find fault with it. — John Henry Newman Copy Share Image
Christ is already in that place of peace, which is all in all. He is on the right hand of God. He is hidden… — John Henry Newman Copy Share Image
“Mr Kingsley begins then by exclaiming- 'O the chicanery, the wholesale fraud, the vile hypocrisy, the conscience-killing tyranny of Rome! We have not far… — John Henry Newman Copy Share Image
There is in stillness oft a magic power To calm the breast when struggling passions lower, Touched by its influence, in the soul arise… — John Henry Newman Copy Share Image
