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.

God is everywhere: yes, but how dim faith is, what a remote idea heaven is, in the modern world!

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

Christ used the flesh and blood of Mary for his life on earth, the Word of love was uttered in her heartbeat. Christ used his own body to utter his love on earth; his perfectly real body, with bone and sinew and blood and tears; Christ uses our bodies to express his love on earth, our humanity. A Christian life is a sacramental life, it is not a life lived only in the mind, only by the soul... Our humanity is the substance of the sacramental life of Christ in us, like the wheat for the host, like the grape for the chalice.

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.

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