You see I'm such a fool that I'm never afraid of appearing foolish.

No one has a right to sit down and feel hopeless. There's too much work to do.

There's enough hate in the world. I command you to love. And you have to make an effort.

I cannot worry much about your sins and miseries when I have so many of my own. I can only love you all, poor fellow travellers, fellow sufferers. I do not want to add one least straw to the burden you already carry.

We are all called to be saints, St. Paul says, and we might as well get over our bourgeois fear of the name. We might also get used to recognizing the fact that there is some of the saint in all of us.

Life itself is a haphazard, untidy, messy affair.

I do not know how to love God except by loving the poor. I do not know how to serve God except by serving the poor.... Here, within this great city of nine million people, we must, in this neighborhood, on this street, in this parish, regain a sense of community which is the basis for peace in the world.