The Gospel takes away our right forever, to discriminate between the deserving and the undeserving poor.

The older I get, the more I meet people, the more convinced I am that we must only work on ourselves, to grow in grace. The only thing we can do about people is to love them.

An act of love, a voluntary taking on oneself of some of the pain of the world, increases the courage and love and hope of all.

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.

There is plenty to do, for each one of us, working on our own hearts, changing our own attitudes, in our own neighborhoods.

You can spend your time agonizing or organizing.

I believe that we must reach our brother, never toning down our fundamental oppositions, but meeting him when he asks to be met, with a reason for the faith that is in us, as well as with a loving sympathy for them as brothers.