Peace is our gift to each other.

Every moment is a moment of grace, every hour an offering; not to share them would mean to betray them.

Except that a human being is both the public and the private. We are both, private and public in the same person.

Only fanatics — in religion as well as in politics — can find a meaning in someone else’s death.

For one who is indifferent, life itself is a prison. Any sense of community is external or, even worse, nonexistent. Thus, indifference means solitude. Those who are indifferent do not see others. They feel nothing for others and are unconcerned with what might happen to them. They are surrounded by a great emptiness. Filled by it, in fact. They are devoid of all hope as well as imagination. In other words, devoid of any future.

God made (human beings) because he loves stories.

My faith is a wounded faith, but my life is not without faith. I didn't divorce God, but I'm quarrelling and arguing and questioning, it's a wounded faith.