The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.

Love is not blind; that is the last thing that it is. Love is bound; and the more it is bound the less it is blind.

The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.

[T]he most comic things of all are exactly the things most worth doing--such as making love.

The Bible tells us to love our neighbors, and also to love our enemies; probably because generally they are the same people.

If the moderns really want a simple religion of love, they must look for it in the Athanasian Creed. The truth is that the trumpet of true Christianity, the challenge of the charities and simplicities of Bethlehem or Christmas Day never rang out more arrestingly and unmistakably than in the defiance of Athanasius to the cold compromise of the Arians. It was emphatically he who really was fighting for a God of Love against a God of colourless and remote cosmic control; the God of the stoics and the agnostics. It was emphatically he who was fighting for the Holy Child against the grey deity of the Pharisees and the Sadducees. He was fighting for that very balance of beautiful interdependence and intimacy, in the very Trinity of the Divine Nature, that draws our hearts to the Trinity of the Holy Family. His dogma, if the phrase be not misunderstood, turns even God into a Holy Family.