Everything in modern city life is calculated to keep man from entering into himself and thinking about spiritual things. Even with the best of intentions a spiritual man finds himself exhausted and deadened and debased by the constant noise of machines and loudspeakers, the dead air and the glaring lights of offices and shops, the everlasting suggestion of advertising and propaganda. The whole mechanism of modern life is geared for a flight from God and from the spirit into the wilderness of neurosis.

Today will never come again.

Be still: There is no longer any need of comment. It was a lucky wind That blew away his halo with his cares, A lucky sea that drowned his reputation.

What can we gain by sailing to the moon if we cannot cross the abyss that separates us from ourselves?

Love is its own reward.

The man of faith who has never experienced doubt is not a man of faith.

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.