May we all grow in grace and peace and not neglect the silence that is printed in the center of our being. It will not fail us.

Some of us need to discover that we will not begin to live more fully until we have the courage to do and see and taste and experience much less than usual... And for a man who has let himself be drawn completely out of himself by his activity, nothing is more difficult than to sit still and rest, doing nothing at all. The very act of resting is the hardest and most courageous act he can perform.

To find love I must enter into the sanctuary where it is hidden, which is the mystery of God.

Life is this simple: we are living in a world that is absolutely transparent and the divine is shining through it all the time. This is not just a nice story or a fable, it is true.

If we are to love sincerely, and with simplicity, we must first of all overcome the fear of not being loved.

We do not exist for ourselves.

The monk in hiding himself from the world becomes not less than himself, not less of a person, but more of a person, more truly and perfectly himself: for his personality and individuality are perfected in their true order, the spiritual, interior order.