Believe in God like you believe in the sunrise. Not because you can see it, but because you can see all it touches.

Since I am I, I must make an act of self-surrender, however small or however easy, in living to God rather than to my self.

We do not want to merely “see” beauty. We want to be united with it, to receive it into ourselves, to become part of it.

The holier a man becomes, the more he mourns over the unholiness which remains in him.

But I will not tell you how long or short the way will be; only that it lies across a river. But do not fear that, for I am the great Bridge Builder.

One of the marks of a certain type of bad man is that he cannot give up a thing himself without wanting everyone else to give it up.

Our Father refreshes us on the journey with some pleasant inns, but will not encourage us to mistake them for home.