Too much praise makes you feel you must be doing something terribly wrong.

Advent is a time of waiting, of expectation, of silence. Waiting for our Lord to be born. A pregnant woman is so happy, so content. She lives in such a garment of silence, and it is as though she were listening to hear the stir of life within her. One always hears that stirring compared to the rustling of a bird in the hand. But the intentness which which one awaits such stirring is like nothing so much as a blanket of silence.

The whole point of view of the anarchist is that everything must start from the bottom up, from man. It seems to me so human a philosophy.

These powerless people at the bottom are the ones with whom we must begin. They must have the insight and the knowledge to work together and recognise that they are on the right track.

I can write no other than this: unless we use the weapons of the spirit, denying ourselves and taking up our cross and following Jesus, dying with Him and rising with Him, men will go on fighting, and often from the highest motives, believing that they are fighting defensive wars for justice and in self-defense against present or future aggression.

The holy man was the whole man, the man of integrity, who not only tried to change the world, but to live in it as it was.

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