One opens the inner doors of one's heart to the infinite silences of the Spirit, out of whose abysses love wells up without fail and gives itself to all.

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.

Here is an unspeakable secret: paradise is all around us and we do not understand.

It is true that we are called to create a better world. But we are first of all called to a more immediate and exalted task: that of creating our own lives.

Solitude is a way to defend the spirit against the murderous din of our materialism.

Stop asking yourself questions that have no meaning. Or if they have, you'll find out when you need to -- find out both the questions and the answers.

The only way to make a man worthy of love is by loving him.