The world, this palpable world, which we were wont to treat with the boredom and disrespect with which we habitually regard places with no sacred association for us, is in truth a holy place, and we did not know it. Venite, adoremus.

Above all, trust in the slow work of God.

We are one, after all, you and I, together we suffer, together exist and forever will recreate each other.

Over every living thing which is to spring up, to grow, to flower, to ripen during this day say again the words: This is my Body. And over every death-force which waits in readiness to corrode, to wither, to cut down, speak again your commanding words which express the supreme mystery of faith: This is my Blood.

The past has revealed to me the structure of the future.

Isolation is a blind alley....Nothing on the planet grows except by convergence.

The more we split and pulverise matter artificially, the more insistently it proclaims its fundamental unity.