True love is delicate and kind, full of gentle perception and understanding, full of beauty and grace, full of joy unutterable. There should be some flavor of this in all our love for others. We are all one. We are one flesh in the Mystical Body as man and woman are said to be one flesh in marriage. With such a love one would see all things new; we would begin to see people as they really are, as God sees them.

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.

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

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

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

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.

To feed the hungry, clothe the naked and shelter the harborless without also trying to change the social order so that people can feed, clothe and shelter themselves is just to apply palliatives. It is to show a lack of faith in one’s fellows, their responsibilitie s as children of God, heirs of heaven.