All other days have either disappeared into darkness and oblivion or not yet emerged from it. Today is the only day there is.

Each one of us could describe his or her life as a sacred journey. You are journeying from the beginning to the end, and what makes it sacred is that in the process of this journey you encounter the holy in various forms which, unless you have your eyes open, you might not even notice.

God himself does not give answers. He gives himself.

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.

That's five friends, one each for Jesu's wounds, and Godric bears their mark still on what's left of him as in their time they all bore his on them. What's friendship, when all's done, but the giving and taking of wounds?

It is as impossible for man to demonstrate the existence of God as it would be for even Sherlock Holmes to demonstrate the existence of Arthur Conan Doyle.

If preachers decide to preach about hope, let them preach out of what they themselves hope for.