On a grassroots level we say that man can touch more than he can grasp.

I not only have a body; I am this body.

... freedom is a conquest, always partial, always precarious, always challenged. ... the freest person is the one with the most hope.

A mystery is a problem that encroaches upon itself because the questioner becomes the object of the question. Getting to Mars is a problem. Falling in love is a mystery.

Being and having in our society teaches us how to take possession of things, when it should rather initiate us in the art of letting go. For there is neither freedom nor real life without an apprenticeship in letting go.

The striking thing about the Precious Blood is the bond it establishes between love and suffering in our experience, a bond that has become so close that we have come to think of suffering accepted with joy as the most authentic sign of love with any depth at all.

I almost think that hope is for the soul what breathing is for the living organism. Where hope is lacking the soul dries up and withers.