We have a vow to give wholeheartedly everything to the poor.

Let us not love by words alone, but let us love until it hurts.

At the end of life we will not be judged by how many diplomas we have received, how much money we have made, how many great things we have done. We will be judged by "I was hungry, and you gave me something to eat, I was naked and you clothed me. I was homeless, and you took me in.

Even if I want I cannot make you say sorry to God.

Love to be real, it must cost—it must hurt—it must empty us of self.

One day I met a lady who was dying of cancer in a most terrible condition. And I told her, I say, "You know, this terrible pain is only the kiss of Jesus - a sign that you have come so close to Jesus on the cross that he can kiss you."

even God could do nothing for someone already full. You have to be completely empty to let Him in to do what He will.