The contemporary form of true greatness lies in a civilization founded upon the spirituality of work.

The intelligent man who is proud of his intelligence is like the condemned man who is proud of his large cell.

Christ himself came down and took possession of me. . . I had never foreseen the possibility of that, of a real contact, person to person, here below, between a human being and God. . . in this sudden possession of me by Christ, neither my sense nor my imagination had any part: I only felt in the midst of my suffering the presence of a love.

If we concentrate our attention on trying to solve a problem of geometry, and if at the end of an hour we are no nearer to doing so than at the beginning, we have nevertheless been making progress each minute of that hour in another more mysterious dimension. Without knowing or feeling it, this apparent barren affort has brought more light into the soul.

It is much easier to imagine ourselves in the place of God the Creator than in the place of Christ crucified.

The poison of skepticism becomes, like alcoholism, tuberculosis, and some other diseases, much more virulent in a hitherto virgin soil.

In the Church, considered as a social organism, the mysteries inevitably degenerate into beliefs.