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.

Love is a special way of being alive.

To be truly Catholic is not merely to be correct according to an abstractly universal standard of truth, but also and above all to be able to enter into the problems and the joys of all, to understand all, to be all things to all.

The peace produced by grace is a spiritual stability too deep for violence — it is unshakeable

Love is perfect in proportion to it's freedom.

Life is not accomplishing some special work but attaining to a degree of consciousness and inner freedom which is beyond all works and attainments.

There is always a temptation to diddle around in the contemplative life, making itsy-bitsy statues.