Let no one hope to find in contemplation an escape from conflict, from anguish or from doubt. On the contrary, the deep inexpressible certitude of the contemplative experience awakens a tragic anguish and opens many questions in the depths of the heart like wounds that cannot stop bleeding.

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

God Himself begins to live in me not only as my Creator but as my other and true self.

You are made in the image of what you desire.

Since no man ever can, or could, live by himself and for himself alone, the destinies of thousands of other people were bound to be affected, some remotely, but some very directly and near-at-hand, by my own choices and decisions and desires, as my own life would also be formed and modified according to theirs.

The real hope is not in something we think we can do, but in God, who is making something good out of it in some way we cannot see.

In a world of noise, confusion and conflict it is necessary that there be places of silence, inner discipline and peace. In such places love can blossom.