...words are not only meaning but music and magic and power.

It’s less the words they say than those they leave unsaid that split old friends apart.

Wherever people love each other and are true to each other and take risks for each other, God is with them and for them and they are doing God's will.

Whatever you do with your life-whatever you end up achieving or not achieving-the great gift you have in you to give to the world is the gift of who you alone are; your way of seeing things, and saying things, and feeling about things, that is like nobody else’s. If so much as a single one of you were missing, there would be an empty place at the great feast of life that nobody else in all creation could fill.

No words come easily to my lips. I think ultimately - what I like to think is that I'm in some sense hearing the mystery itself.

The Jesus who is the one whom we search for even when we do not know that we are searching and hide from even when we do not know that we are hiding.

Compassion is sometimes the fatal capacity for feeling what it is like to live inside somebody else's skin. It is the knowledge that there can never really be any peace and joy for me until there is peace and joy finally for you too.