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.

If we wait for some people to become agreeable or attractive before we begin to love them, we will never begin. If we are content to give them a cold impersonal 'charity' that is merely a matter of obligation, we will not trouble to understand them or to sympathize with them at all. And in that case we will not really love them, because love implies an efficacious will not only to do good to others exteriorly but also to find some good in them to which we can respond."

Love is the epiphany of God in our poverty.

The degradation of the sense of symbol in modern society is one of its many signs of spiritual decay.

What can we gain by sailing to the moon if we cannot cross the abyss that separates us from ourselves?

It is a glorious destiny to be a member of the human race, though it is a race dedicated to many absurdities and one which makes many terrible mistakes.

Grains of error planted innocently in a well-kept greenhouse can become giant poisonous trees.