The main question is not, how can we hide our wounds...but how can we put our woundedness in service to others.

Real grief is not healed by time... if time does anything, it deepens our grief. The longer we live, the more fully we become aware of who she was for us, and the more intimately we experience what her love meant for us. Real, deep love is, as you know, very unobtrusive, seemingly easy and obvious, and so present that we take it for granted. Therefore, it is only in retrospect - or better, in memory - that we fully realize its power and depth. Yes, indeed, love often makes itself visible in pain.

Compassion means full immersion in the condition of being human.

You don't have to run around world proving you're lovable.

Let's dare to enter into an intimate relationship with God without fear, trusting that we will receive love and always more love.

Peace is first of all the art of being.

My writing has developed drastically . The Return of the Prodigal Son is the most important thing I've done, and my most mature book.