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

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.

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

I value unity because I believe we learn truth from each other in this process.

I shall not commit the grievous sin of losing faith in Man

What I know is the product of the hand I have been dealt and how I have reacted to that hand

I was in the game for the love of football - and I wanted to bring back happiness to the people of Liverpool.

Institutions do live on their history.

My son has autism, and I founded the government relations department at Autism Speaks.

I wish I could be the guy who did the right thing at every time but unfortunately, that's not the case.

Utopia is something that I think about in connection to an experience I had when I was a kid.

Witnessing the bond between a parent and their little ones firsthand really brought home to me how much I was missing.

Do not adjust your mind, the fault is in reality.

O abyss! O eternal Godhead! O deep sea! What more could you have given me than the gift of your very self?