In our home (for the dying at Kali Ghat) in Calcutta, there is great peace, unity and love. Many Hindu families bring food, clothing nonstop to our home for the dying. This is an act of love. I didn't ask them. They have only heard about what I am doing and they all come.

God is everywhere and in everything and without Him we cannot exist.

We belong to each other.

God has created us to love and to be loved, and this is the beginning of prayer-to know that He loves me, that I have been created for greater things.

Life is a game, play it... Life is too precious, do not destroy it.

Our poverty is freedom. This is our poverty - the giving up our freedom to dispose of things, to choose, to possess

I remember I picked up a person from the street who was nearly eaten up with maggots, and he said, I have lived like an animal, but I am going to die like an angel, loved and cared for.