Tradition! We scarcely know the word anymore. We are afraid to be either proud of our ancestors or ashamed of them. We scorn nobility in name and in fact. We cling to a bourgeois mediocrity which would make it appear we are all Americans, made in the image and likeness of George Washington.

We certainly can try to grow in love, and it is good practice, this giving what we've got, whether it is a cup of coffee or money to pay the grocery bill.

You will know your vocation by the joy that it brings you. You will know. You will know when it's right.

My strength returns to me with my cup of coffee and the reading of the psalms.

Communities are made up of the unlovable as well as the lovable.

If you feed the poor, you're a saint. If you ask why they're poor, you're a Communist.

When it comes down to it, even on the natural plane, it is much happier and more enlivening to love than to be loved.