St. Francis of Assisi taught me that there is a wound in the Creation and that the greatest use we could make of our lives was to ask to be made a healer of it.

because life slips away, and because I need for the rest of my journey a star that will not play false to me, a compass that will not lie.

What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another? What broke when he could bring himself to thrust down the knife into the warm flesh, to bring down the axe on the living head, to cleave down between the seeing eyes, to shoot the gun that would drive death into the beating heart?

There are voices crying what must be done, a hundred, a thousand voices. But what do they help if one seeks for counsel, for one cries this, and one cries that, and another cries something that is neither this nor that.

When a deep injury is done us, we never recover until we forgive.

I am a weak and sinful man, but God put His hands on me, that is all.

What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another?