The sense of the joy in anything is the sense of Christ.

There is no way of learning of God except through the adventure of our own heart.

God speaks silently, God speaks in your heart; if your heart is noisy, chattering, you will not hear.

The love for material things grows like a fungus in the soul and destroys the loveliness of the human heart utterly.

It is a time of darkness, of faith. We shall not see Christ's radiance in our lives yet; it is still hidden in our darkness; nevertheless, we must believe that He is growing in our lives; we must believe it so firmly that we cannot help relating everything, literally everything, to this almost incredible reality.

The sense of the joy in anything is the sense of Christ.

Most people know the sheer wonder that goes with falling in love, how not only does everything in heaven and earth become new, but the lover himself becomes new. It is literally like the sap rising in the tree, putting forth new green shoots of life.