Your vocation in life is where your greatest joy meets the world's greatest need.

Lust is the craving for salt of a man who is dying of thirst.

The magic of words is that they have power to do more than convey meaning; not only do they have the power to make things clear, they make things happen.

Justice is the grammar of things. Mercy is the poetry of things.

Maybe at the heart of all our traveling is the dream of someday, somehow, getting Home.

If you want to be holy, be kind.

There is a fragrance in the air, a certain passage of a song, an old photograph falling out from the pages of a book, the sound of somebody's voice in the hall that makes your heart leap and fills your eyes with tears. Who can say when or how it will be that something easters up out of the dimness to remind us of a time before we were born and after we will die?