The more we touch the intimate love of God which creates, sustains, and guides us, the more we recognize the multitude of fruits that come forth from that love.

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.

The great challenge is to discover that we are truly invited to participate in the divine life of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Beneath our frantic activities, there's a deep desire to show the world we are worthwhile.

What is forgotten cannot be healed, and that which cannot be healed easily becomes the cause of greater evil.

Our lives are unique stones in the mosaic of human existence -- priceless and irreplaceable.

There is nothing so important in the family as the sacred quality of the meal.