Someone who does not see a pane of glass is not aware of not seeing it.

There is no detachment where there is no pain. And there is no pain endured without hatred or lying unless detachment is present too.

At the centre of the human heart is the longing for an absolute good, a longing which is always there and is never appeased by any object in this world.

Every perfect life is a parable invented by God.

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

To be always relevant, you have to say things which are eternal.

Absolutely unmixed attention is prayer.