The mystery of poverty is that by sharing in it, making ourselves poor in giving to others, we increase our knowledge of and belief in love.

The only answer in this life, to the loneliness we are all bound to feel, is community.

People, wherever they are, can make a community.

Paperwork, cleaning the house, dealing with the innumerable visitors who come all through the day, answering the phone, keeping patience and acting intelligently, which is to find some meaning in all that happens-these things, too, are the works of peace, and often seem like a very little way.

It wasn't until Castro marched triumphantly into Cuba that you might say the whole thing grew into a Marxist revolution.

Knitting is very conducive to thought. It is nice to knit a while, put down the needles, write a while, then take up the sock again.

When they call you a saint, it means basically that you are not to be taken seriously.