But how can we love someone if we don't like him? Easy-we do it to ourselves all the time. We don't always have tender, comfortable feelings about ourselves; sometimes we feel foolish, stupid, asinine, or wicked. But we always love ourselves: we always seek our own good. Indeed, we feel dislike toward ourselves, we berate ourselves, precisely because we love ourselves; because we care about our good, we are impatient with our bad.

We are insane. That is what sin is. Sanctity is identitical with sanity. It means living the truth, living in reality. Sin always substitutes unreality for reality.

The secret of joy is hidden in the word itself: first J, then O, then Y: Jesus first, Others next, Yourself last.

Original sin is the proclivity to say "my will be done" instead of "thy will be done."

A pure heart means a single heart, a heart in which only one desire lives: love.

Bad times make good people, as mountainous pressures make diamonds or as fire tempers steel.

Even David Hume, one of history most famous skeptics, said it's just barely possible that God exists.