Every breath of air and ray of light and heat, every beautiful prospect, is, as it were, the skirts of the (angel's) garments, the waving robes of those whose faces see God. — 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 in the brightness of the radiance which issues from the everlasting throne. He is in the very abyss of peace, where there is no voice of tumult or distress, but a deep stillness--stillness, that greatest and… — John Henry Newman Copy Share
“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 to seek for an evidence of it. There's Father Newman to wit: one living specimen is worth a hundred dead ones. He, a Priest writing of Priests, tells us that lying is never any harm.' I… — John Henry Newman Copy Share
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
