The lights of prayer that make us imagine we are beginning to be angels are sometimes only signs that we are finally beginning to be men. We do not have a high enough opinion of our own nature. We think we are at the gates of heaven and we are only just beginning to come into our own realm as free and intelligent beings.

Our knowledge of God is perfected by gratiitude: we are thankful and rejoice in the experience of the truth that He is love.

Love is the epiphany of God in our poverty.

Violence is essentially wordless. and it can begin only where thought and rational communication have broken down.

I shall lead you through the loneliness, the solitude you will not understand; but it is my shortcut to your soul.

Our thought should not merely be an answer to what someone else has just said. Or what someone else might have said. Our interior world must be more than an echo of the words of someone else. There is no point in being a moon to somebody else's sun, still less is there any justification for our being moons of one another, and hence darkness to one another, not one of us being a true sun.

You pray best when the mirror of your soul is empty of every image except the Image of the Invisible Father.