To worship our false selves is to worship nothing. And the worship of nothing is hell.

Saints are what they are not because their sanctity makes them admirable to others, but because the gift of sainthood makes it possible for them to admire everyone else.

The grateful person knows that God is good, not by hearsay but by experience. And that is what makes all the difference.

What I wear is pants. What I do is live. How I pray is breathe.

When your tongue is silent, you can rest in the silence of the forest. When your imagination is silent, the forest speaks to you. It tells you of its unreality and of the Reality of God. But when your mind is silent, then the forest suddenly becomes magnificently real and blazes transparently with the Reality of God.

We cannot love ourselves unless we love others, and we cannot love others unless we love ourselves. But a selfish love of ourselves makes us incapable of loving others.

Love is the door to eternity.