My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot know for certain where it will end. Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think that I am following Your Will does not mean that I am actually doing so. But I believe that the desire to please You does in fact please You. And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing.

For our duties and our needs, in all the fundamental things for which we were created, come down in practice to the same thing.

There is always a temptation to diddle around in the contemplative life, making itsy-bitsy statues.

The fact remains that we are invited to forget ourselves on purpose, cast our awful solemnity to the wind, and join in the general Dance.

I will no longer wound myself with the thoughts and questions that have surrounded me like thorns: that is a penance You do not ask of me.

You are certainly one of the joys of life for all who have ever come within a mile of you.

When you reread your journal you find out that your newest discovery is something you already found out five years ago.