I myself am part of the weather and part of the climate and part of the place … It is certainly part of my life of prayer.

If we live with possibilities we are exiles from the present which is given us by God to be our own, homeless and displaced in a future or a past which are not ours because they are always beyond our reach. The present is our right place, and we can lay hands on whatever it offers us.

The only unhappiness is not to love God.

To love our nothingness we must love everything in us that the proud man loves when he loves himself. But we must love it all for exactly the opposite reason.

There were only a few shepherds at the first Bethlehem. The ox and the donkey understood more of the first Christmas than the high priests in Jerusalem. And it is the same today.

If we are to love sincerely, and with simplicity, we must first of all overcome the fear of not being loved.

Man was made for the highest activity, which is, in fact, his rest.