The biggest disease in North America is busyness.

Because of their enmity you will be left alone. They will cast you out and forsake you.

Action is the stream, and contemplation is the spring.

Actions are the doors and windows of being. Unless we act, we have no way of knowing what we are.

There were only a few shepherds at the first Bethlehem. The ox and the donkey understood more of the first Christmas than the high priests in Jerusalem. And it is the same today.

Reason is in fact the path to faith, and faith takes over when reason can say no more.

But it certainly is a wonderful thing to wake up suddenly in the solitude of the woods and look up at the sky and see the utter nonsense of everything including all the solemn stuff given out by professional asses about the spiritual life; and simply to burst out laughing, and laugh and laugh, with the sky and the trees because God is not in words, and not in systems, and not in liturgical movements, and not in "contemplation" with a big "C," or in asceticism or in anything like that, not even in the apostolate.