The only love worthy of a name is unconditional.

By afflictions God is spoiling us of what otherwise might have spoiled us. When he makes the world too hot for us to hold, we let it go.

Love supposes, is, and does many things, but basically it is practiced in the act of sharing.

Old cranks have practiced all their lives, just as old saints have likewise practiced all their lives. They just practiced different life principles.

There is no fixed, true and real person inside of you or me, precisely because being a person necessarily implies becoming a person, being in process.

A life of love is difficult, but it is not a bleak or unrewarding life. In fact, it is the only true human and happy life, for it is filled with concerns that are as deep as life, as wide as the whole world, and as far reaching as eternity. It is only when we have consented to love, and have agreed to forget ourselves, that we can find our fulfillment. This fulfillment will come unperceived and mysterious like the grace of God, but we will recognize it and it will be recognized in us.

I have to be honest in asking myself: Do I really want to know and do God's will? Or is it rather that I want God to do my will? Do I go to God with the assurance that I want only to know and do his will? Or do I rather first make my own plans and then insist that God make my dreams come true?