The world is so much larger than I thought. I thought we went along paths--but it seems there are no paths. The going itself is the path.

Perfect goodness can never debate about the end to be attained, and perfect wisdom cannot debate about the means most suited to achieve it.

Though we cannot experience our life as an endless present, we are eternal in God's eyes; that is, in our deepest reality.

For the church is not a human society of people united by their natural affinities but the Body of Christ, in which all members, however different, (and He rejoices in their differences and by no means wishes to iron them out) must share the common life, complementing and helping one another precisely by their differences.

You can't analyze God. He is too awesome, too big, too mysterious.

Remember He is the artist and you are the picture. You can’t see it, you can't see your true self. So quietly submit to be painted.

I know now, Lord, why you utter no answer. You are yourself the answer. Before your face questions die away. What other answer would suffice?