I want you to find the poor here, right in your own home first. And begin love there. Be that good news to your own people.

Be the living expression of God's kindness; kindness in your face, kindness in your eyes, kindness in your smile.

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.

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.

Whatever our religion, we know that if we really want to love, we must first learn to forgive before anything else.

Saints are only sinners who keep trying.

All that we need to know all the wisdom of the cosmos we will find in our own heart