Grains of error planted innocently in a well-kept greenhouse can become giant poisonous trees.

True happiness is found in unselfish Love, A love which increases in proportion as it is shared.

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

We must be true inside, true to ourselves, before we can know a truth that is outside us. But we make ourselves true inside by manifesting the truth as we see it.

People have no idea what one saint can do: for sanctity is stronger than the whole of hell.

The true inner self must be drawn up like a jewel from the bottom of the sea, rescued from confusion, from indistinction, from immersion in the common, the nondescript, the trivial, the sordid, the evanescent.

What does it mean to know and experience my own “nothingness?” It is not enough to turn away in disgust from my illusions and faults and mistakes, to separate myself from them as if they were not, and as if I were someone other than myself. This kind of self-annihilati on is only a worse illusion, it is a pretended humility which, by saying “I am nothing” I mean in effect “I wish I were not what I am.