Work without contemplation is never enough.

In intercessory prayer, one seldom ends where one began.

No one ever did anything worth doing unless they were prepared to go on with it long after it became something of a bore.

Hate is a prolonged form of suicide.

Prayer if it is real is an acknowledgment of our finitude, our need, our openness to be changed, our readiness to be surprised, yes, astonished by the "beams of love."

Work without contemplation is never enough.