Action is the stream, and contemplation is the spring.
What I wear is pants. What I do is live. How I pray is breathe.
Christ is born to us today, in order that he may appear to the whole world through us.
He who hopes in God trusts God, Whom he never sees, to bring him to the possession of things that are beyond imagination.
I can only become perfectly free by serving the will of God.
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.