All of us must be saints in this world. Holiness is a duty for you and me. So let's be saints and so give glory to the Father.

Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty.

A sacrifice to be real must cost, must hurt, and must empty ourselves. Give yourself fully to God. He will use you to accomplish great things on the condition that you believe much more in his love than in your weakness.

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

Today it is fashionable to talk about the poor. Unfortunately, it is not fashionable to talk with them.

I am nothing; I am but an instrument, a tiny pencil in the hands of the Lord with which He writes what he likes. However imperfect we are, he writes beautifully.

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