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.

A sacrifice to be real must cost, must hurt, must empty ourselves.

At the hour of death when we all come face to face with God we are going to be judged on love: how much we have loved, not how much we have done but how much love we have put in our action.

Even the rich are hungry for love, for being cared for, for being wanted, for having someone to call their own.

I prefer to make a mistake because I am too kind than to perform miracles without any kindness.

If in coming face to face with God we accept Him in our lives, then we are converting. We become a better Hindu, a better Muslim, a better Catholic, a better whatever we are. ... What God is in your mind you must accept.

A day lived without doing something good for others is a day not worth living.