The first time I received an award, I was very surprised. I did not know whether to accept it or not. But I came to the conclusion that I should accept awards in the name of the poorest poor, as a form of homage to them. I think that basically, when awards are given to me, the existence of the poor in the world is being recognized.

Let us love one another as God loves each one of us. And where does this love begin? In our own home. How does it begin? By praying together.

In light of heaven, the worst suffering on earth, a life full of the most atrocious tortures on earth, will be seen to be no more serious than one night in an inconvenient hotel.

How many times we have picked up in the streets human beings who had been living like animals and were longing to die like angels!

Because I cannot rely on myself, I rely on Him, twenty-four hours a day.

If our poor die of hunger, it is not because God does not care for them. Rather, it is because neither you nor I are generous enough. It is because we are not instruments of love in the hands of God. We do not recognize Christ when once again He appears to us in the hungry man, in the lonely woman, in the child who is looking for a place to get warm.

I have the feeling that we are in such a hurry that we do not have time to look at one another and smile.