Our concern is not how to worship in the catacombs but how to remain human in the skyscrapers.

Dear Lord, grant me the grace of wonder. Surprise me, amaze me, awe me in every crevice of your universe. Each day enrapture me with your marvelous things without number. ...I do not ask to see the reason for it all: I ask only to share the wonder of it all.

(People) can never attain fulfillment, or sense of meaning, unless it is shared, unless it pertains to other human beings.

We may not know whether our understanding is correct, or whether our sentiments are noble, but the air of the day surrounds us like spring which spreads over the land without our aid or notice.

All that is left is to us is our being horrified at the loss of our sense of horror.

The task of life is to face sacred moments.

It is of the essence of virtue that the good is not to be done for the sake of a reward.