Solitude and silence teach me to love my brothers for what they are, not for what they say.
Teach me to go to the country beyond words and beyond names.
To be grateful is to recognize the love of God in everything.
The logic of the poet - that is, the logic of language or the experience itself - develops the way a living organism grows: it spreads out towards what it loves, and is heliotropic, like a plant.
God, have mercy on me in the blindness in which I hope I am seeking You!
One of the first things to learn if you want to be a contemplative is to mind your own business. Nothing is more suspicious, in a man who seems holy, than an impatient desire to reform other men.