I am able to love my God because He gives me freedom to deny Him.

Give Me Strength This is my prayer to thee, my lord---strike, strike at the root of penury in my heart. Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows. Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service. Give me the strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees before insolent might. Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles. And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will with love.

All that is not given is lost.

We manage to swallow flesh, only because we do not think of the cruel and sinful thing we do.

Our responsibility is no longer to acquire, but to BE.

The infinite being has assumed unto himself the mystery of finitude. And in him who is love the finite and the infinite are made one.

Someone spilled the ink on the canvas. Now boasts: "I painted the night".