The pain that comes from deep love makes your love more fruitful. It is like a plow that breaks the ground to allow the seed to take root.

In a world so torn apart by rivalry, anger, and hatred, we have the privileged vocation to be living signs of a love that can bridge all divisions and heal all wounds.

We need to be angels for each other, to give each other strength and consolation. Because only when we fully realize that the cup of life is not only a cup of sorrow but also a cup of joy will we be able to drink it.

In solitude we become aware that our worth is not the same as our usefulness.

The only feelings that do not heal are the ones you hide.

One of the most satisfying aspects of writing is that it can open in us deep wells of hidden treasures that are beautiful for us as well as for others to see.

Peace is first of all the art of being.