Our danger is to think that happiness will come from outside of us, from the things we possess or the power of our group, and not from within us, from the inner sanctuary of our being.

We have to remind ourselves constantly that we are not saviours. We are simply a tiny sign, among thousands of others, that love is possible, that the world is not condemned to a struggle between oppressors and oppressed, that class and racial warfare is not inevitable.

Peace is the fruit of love, a love that is also justice. But to grow in love requires work -- hard work. And it can bring pain because it implies loss -- loss of the certitudes, comforts, and hurts that shelter and define us.

Envy comes from people's ignorance of, or lack of belief in, their own gifts.

When children are loved, they live off trust; their bides and hearts open up to those who respect and love them, who understand and listen to them.

I am struck by how sharing our weakness and difficulties is more nourishing to others than sharing our qualities and successes.

Look at your own poverty welcome it cherish it don't be afraid share your death because thus you will share your love and your life