The long nights that Pier Giorgio Frassati spent on his knees in front of the Blessed Sacrament had something to do with the long days spent in service of the poor.

Christ's invitation to the priesthood is an invitation to a way of life that is athletic in its intensity and heroic in its form.

Catholicism is a matter of the body and the senses as much as it is a matter of the mind, precisely because the Word became flesh.

The surest sign that God is alive in you is joy.

Christians have no business moping around.

Beauty is the arrowhead of evangelization, the point with which the evangelist pierces the minds and hearts of those he evangelizes.

If the Word truly became flesh, then God had not only a mother, but also a grandmother, cousins, great-aunts, and weird uncles. If the Word truly dwelt among us, then he was part of a family that, like most, was fairly dysfunctional, a mix of the good and bad, the saintly and the sinful, the glorious and the not so glorious. And this is such good news for us.