I begin each day with holy Mass, receiving Jesus hidden under the appearance of a simple piece of bread. Then I go out into the streets and I find the same Jesus hidden in the dying destitute, the AIDS patients, the lepers, the abandoned children, the hungry, and the homeless. It's the same Jesus.

Prayer is the breath of life to our soul; holiness is impossible without it

you [priests] are called 'another Christ.'

Do we know our poor people? Do we know the poor in our house, in our family? Perhaps they are not hungry for a piece of bread. Perhaps our children, husband, wife, are not hungry, or naked, or dispossessed, but are you sure there is no one there who feels unwanted, deprived of affection?

But still, everything is for Jesus; so like that everything is beautiful, even though it is difficult.

The fruit of faith is love.

We will never know how much just a simple smile will do.