We must first peer into the darkness, feel strangled and entombed in the hopelessness of living without God, before we are ready to feel the presence of His living light.

Solitude is a necessary protest to the incursions and the false alarms of society's hysteria, a period of cure and recovery.

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.

The hour calls for moral grandeur and spiritual audacity.

God is either of no importance, or of supreme importance.

Prayer begins at the edge of emptiness.

Prayer is our humble answer to the inconceivable surprise of living.