Find your own Calcutta. Find the sick, the suffering and the lonely right there where you are.

Let me thus praise You in the way You love best: by shining on those around me. Let me preach You without preaching, not by words, but by my example, by the catching force, the sympathetic influence of what I do, the evident fullness of the love my heart bears to You. Amen.

The beginning of prayer is silence.

A joyful heart is the normal result of a heart burning with love. She gives most who gives with joy.

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

In the developed countries there is a poverty of intimacy, a poverty of spirit, of loneliness, of lack of love. There is no greater sickness in the world today than that one.

Prayer is not asking. Prayer is putting oneself in the hands of God, at His disposition, and listening to His voice in the depth of our hearts.