Prophets are so dangerous because they cry in season and out of season, politely and impolitely, loud and long.

Imagine how happy, how holy, life would be if we ever really learn to see beauty.

If anything diminishes a person, it is the cancer of constant complaining.

Beware of your definition of success: If it has more to do with what other people think of you than it does with what you know of your own abilities, you may be confusing applause with achievement.

Grief is a sign that we loved something more than ourselves. . . . Grief makes us worthy to suffer with the rest of the world.

Benedictine spirituality is a consistent one: live life normally, live life thouhtfully, live life profouncly, live life well. Never neglect and never exaggerate. It is a lesson that a world full of cults and fads and workaholics and short courses in difficult subjects needs dearly to learn.

Prophets are so dangerous because they cry in season and out of season, politely and impolitely, loud and long.