As long as I continue to take myself seriously, how can I consider myself a saint? How can I consider myself a contemplative? For the self I bother about does not really exist, never will, never did except in my own imagination.

Life consists in learning to live on one's own, spontaneous, freewheeling: to do this one must recognize what is one's own-be familiar and at home with oneself. This means basically learning who one is, and learning what one has to offer to the contemporary world, and then learning how to make that offering valid.

There is a subtle but inescapable connection between the "sacred" attitude and the acceptance of one's in most self.

God has brought me to Kentucky...the precise place he has chosen for my sanctification.

My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me...you will lead me by the right road, though I may know nothing about it. Therefore I will trust you always though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death. I will not fear, for you are ever with me, and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.

We must slow down to a human tempo and we’ll begin to have time to listen.

There is in all visible things an invisible fecundity, a dimmed light, a meek namelessness, a hidden wholeness.