In a world of noise, confusion and conflict it is necessary that there be places of silence, inner discipline and peace. In such places love can blossom.

You will never be able to have perfect interior peace and recollection unless you are detached even from the desire of peace and recollection. You will never be able to pray perfectly until you are detached from the pleasures of prayer.

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.

Be human in this most inhuman of ages; guard the image of man for it is the image of God.

For perfect hope is achieved on the brink of despair, when instead of falling over the edge, we find ourselves walking on air.

The real hope is not in something we think we can do, but in God, who is making something good out of it in some way we cannot see.

Contemplation is the loving sense of this life, this presence and this eternity.