Economists are coming to acknowledge that measures of national wealth and poverty in terms strictly of average income tell you little that is significant of the health or viability of a society.

A healthy human environment is one in which we try to make sense of our limits, of the accidents that can always befall us and the passage of time which inexorably changes us.

The past is what the present is doing now.

Truth makes love possible; love makes truth bearable.

Even when I was Archbishop of Wales and working with new bishops, I used to say, not realising quite how true it was, 'One of the things you will do as a bishop is disappoint people'.

One of the most powerful defences the media can offer for controversial actions is, of course, public interest.

How do we live in a way that shows an understanding that we genuinely live in a shared world, not one that simply belongs to us?

A flourishing, morally credible media is a vital component in the maintenance of genuinely public talk, argument about common good.

Quite a lot of our contemporary culture is actually shot through with a resentment of limits and the passage of time, anger at what we can't do, fear or even disgust at growing old.

We shall not find life by refusing to let go of our precious, protected selves.

Christians should emphatically be campaigning for justice for the poor - but the Church is not a campaign.

The pity is not that there is a myth of Sylvia Plath but that the myth is not simply that of an enormously gifted poet whose death came carelessly, by mistake, and too soon.

The way to God is not vertically up. Never down. It is horizontal. Love lights up much of the path.

Simplicity carried to an extreme becomes elegance.

Architecture is undistinguished, sometimes derelict, but occasionally, as in 'Post and Beam, ' there is something arresting in a setting... the building behind the Cathedral.

The conversation of kisses. Subtle, engrossing, fearless, transforming.

We have never yet had a labor Government that knew what taking power really means; they always act like second-class citizens.

Listen more than you talk.

This Life is a fleeting breath, And whither and how shall I go, When I wander away with Death By a path that I do not know.

I've had a man and I've had a woman, and there's got to be something better.

Any man who has the brains to think and the nerve to act for the benefit of the people of the country is considered a radical by those who are content with stagnation and willing to endure disaster.