The unutterable violence of the Holocaust shook our confidence in the possibility of telling any story of faith at all.

I believe that my own Christian faith does indeed make universal claims.

The medieval Church believed that the resurrection of Christ marked a new time for all of humanity.

I believe that his death and resurrection transformed humanity's relationship with God.

This evening I wish to suggest that we Christians should accompany people on their pilgrimages. Specifically we should travel with people as they search for the good, the true and the beautiful.

Claiming that you have got the truth wrapped up does breed violence and intolerance.

Despite all the lunacy of the last century, all the absurdity of war and genocide, we believe that humans being are rational and are made to seek the truth.

Clearly a big challenge for Christianity is how to remain in contact with the millions of people who look for God but do not come to Church.

Christians can bring peace to multi-religious Europe because we are able to understand the role of faith in the lives of other believers better than atheists.

The trouble is that after nine years as a Jack of all trades and Master of the Dominican Order, I have no expertise on anything except airports and exotic foods.

We need the wisdom of women, and the experience of married people and parents, and the depth of the contemplative if we are to be formed as preachers.

Locating friendship at the heart of mission involves certain assumptions -- that reconciliation with God is something for which every human being is made and relationships are reciprocal.

The only animal capable of giving man a fair fight is man. Actually, among ourselves, we fight unfairest of all, and the more we practice, the nastier we get.

To find yourself, learn to love yourself.

Barking hard work, being a boy.

You cannot be beautiful and hate.

Selfishness can be a virtue. Selfishness is essential to survival, and without survival we cannot protect those whom we love more than ourselves.

The unmerciful man is most certainly an unblessed man. His sympathies are all dried up; he is afflicted with a chronic jaundice, and lives timidly and darkly in a little, narrow rat-hole of distrust.

That balance of love for your work and love in your life is an interesting thing.

Endless good comes to me in endless ways.

The way up is a staircase. The way down is a cliff.