People everywhere are the same; they are all people to be loved. They are all hungry for love.

In doing your best serving others for free, a lot of eyebrows will raise and sneers will curve many a - faces. But in the end those incredulous to what you put up with to help, no longer matter. It's not between you and those snobs, but with whom you have given your hand to lift, and of course to God who Is watching and noting it in your book.

Some people come in our life as blessings. Some come in your life as lessons.

Each of us is merely a small instrument; all of us, after accomplishing our mission, will disappear.

I try to give to the poor people for love what the rich could get for money. No, I wouldn't touch a leper for a thousand pounds; yet I willingly cure him for the love of God.

If you want to pray better, you have to pray more.

We are not social workers. We are contemplatives in the heart of the world.