What we would like to do is change the world...by crying out unceasingly for the rights of the workers, of the poor, of the destitute. We can throw our pebble in the pond and be confident that its ever widening circle will reach around the world.

The only solution is love.

It is we ourselves that we have to think about, no one else. That is the way the saints worked. They paid attention to what they were doing, and if others were attracted to them by their enterprise, why, well and good. But they looked to themselves first of all.

It is not easy always to be joyful, to keep in mind the duty of delight.

Idealism in the young, I guess I'm saying, is curiosity as well as goodness trying to express itself.

Dear God, please enlarge our hearts to love each other, to love our neighbor, to love our enemy as well as our friend.

It is penance to work, to give oneself to others, to endure the pinpricks of community living.