To love our nothingness we must love everything in us that the proud man loves when he loves himself. But we must love it all for exactly the opposite reason.

If you want to have a spiritual life you must unify your life. A life is either all spiritual or not spiritual at all.

What can we gain by sailing to the moon if we cannot cross the abyss that separates us from ourselves?

Our real journey in life is interior.

There is in all visible things an invisible fecundity, a dimmed light, a meek namelessness, a hidden wholeness.

To worship our false selves is to worship nothing. And the worship of nothing is hell.

The sky is my prayer, the birds are my prayer, the wind in the trees is my prayer, for God is all in all.