For if I am to love truly and freely, I must be able to give something that is truly my own to another. If my heart does not first belong to me, how can I give it to another?

What I wear is pants. What I do is live. How I pray is breathe.

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

When you reread your journal you find out that your newest discovery is something you already found out five years ago.

Every breath we draw is a gift of God's love; every moment of existence is a grace.

For perfect hope is achieved on the brink of despair, when instead of falling over the edge, we find ourselves walking on air.

The world of men has forgotten the joys of silence, the peace of solitude, which is necessary, to some extent, for the fullness of human living. Man cannot be happy for long unless he is in contact with the springs of spiritual life which are hidden in the depths of his own soul. If man is exiled constantly from his own home, locked out of his spiritual solitude, he ceases to be a true person.