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.

You know you have loved someone when you have glimpsed in them that which is too beautiful to die.

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

But however measurable, there is much more life in music than mathematics or logic ever dreamed of.

The wise man knows how to run his life so that contemplation is possible.

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.

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.