Our happiness consists in sharing the happiness of God, the perfection of His unlimited freedom, the perfection of His love.

Love is a special way of being alive.

We do not want to be beginners. But let us be convinced of the fact that we will never be anything else but beginners, all our life!

How deluded we sometimes are by the clear notions we get out of books. They make us think that we really understand things of which we have no practical knowledge at all.

To those who have no personal experience of this revolutionary aspect of Christian truth, but who see only the outer crust of dead, human conservatism that tends to form around the Church the way barnacles gather on the hull of a ship, all this talk about dynamism sounds foolish.

We cannot love ourselves unless we love others, and we cannot love others unless we love ourselves. But a selfish love of ourselves makes us incapable of loving others.

No writing on the solitary, meditative dimensions of life can say anything that has not already been said better by the wind in the pine trees.