Love is not a matter of getting what you want. Quite the contrary. The insistence on always having what you want, on always being satisfied, on always being fulfilled, makes love impossible.

All men who live only according to their five senses, and seek nothing beyond the gratification of their natural appetites for pleasure and reputation and power, cut themselves off from that charity which is the principle of all spiritual vitality and happiness because it alone saves us from the barren wilderness of our own abominable selfishness.

Love not only prefers the good of another to my own, but it does not even compare the two.

We cannot possess the truth fully until it has entered into the very substance of our life by good habits, and by a certain perfection of moral activity.

If we seek paradise outside ourselves, we cannot have paradise in our hearts.

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

In Silence God ceases to be an object and becomes an experience.