Show us your Christ, Lady, after this our exile, yes: but show Him to us also now, show Him to us here, while we are still wanderers.

People have no idea what one saint can do: for sanctity is stronger than the whole of hell.

We are obliged to love one another. We are not strictly bound to "like" one another.

Happiness is not a matter of intensity but of balance and order and rhythm and harmony.

Others can give you a name or a number, but they can never tell you who you really are. That is something you yourself can only discover from within.

As long as I am content to know that He is infinitely greater than I, and that I cannot know Him unless He shows himself to me, I will have Peace, and He will be near me and in me, and I will rest in Him.

We have the choice of two identities: the external mask which seems to be real...and the hidden, inner person who seems to us to be nothing, but who can give himself eternally to the truth in whom he subsists. (295)