Good moral actions are not enough. Everything in us, from the very depths, must be cleansed and reordered.

We are not converted only once in our lives but many times and this endless series of conversions and inner revolutions leads to our transformation.

There is in all visible things an invisible fecundity, a dimmed light, a meek namelessness, a hidden wholeness.

This is the crucifixion of Christ: in which He dies again and again in the individuals who were made to share the joy and freedom of His grace, and who deny Him.

A happiness that is sought for ourselves alone can never be found: for a happiness that is diminished by being shared is not big enough to make us happy.

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.

God has brought me to Kentucky...the precise place he has chosen for my sanctification.