For language to have meaning, there must be intervals of silence somewhere, to divide word from word and utterance from utterance. He who retires into silence does not necessarily hate language. Perhaps it is love and respect for language which imposes silence upon him. For the mercy of God is not heard in words unless it is heard, both before and after the words are spoken, in silence.

Charity is without fear: having given all that it has, it has nothing left to lose.

We are not converted only once in our lives but many times and this endless series of conversions and inner revolutions leads to our transformation.

It is in deep solitude that I find the gentleness with which I can truly love my brothers. The more solitary I am, the more affection I have for them. It is pure affection, and filled with reverance for the solitude of others. Solitude and silence teach me to love my brothers for what they are, not for what they say.

How can I be sincere if I am constantly changing my mind to conform with the shadow of what I think others expect of me?

The imagination should be allowed a certain amount of time to browse around.

We are already ONE. We just think we are separate.