Our minds are like crows. They pick up everything that glitters, no matter how uncomfortable our nests get with all that metal in them.

No one is so wrong as the man who knows all the answers.

One opens the inner doors of one's heart to the infinite silences of the Spirit, out of whose abysses love wells up without fail and gives itself to all.

A tree gives glory to God by being a tree. For in being what God means it to be it is obeying Him.... The more a tree is like itself, the more it is like Him.

The speech of God is silence. His Word is solitude.

The closer we are to God, the closer we are to those who are close to him.

Every moment and every event of everyman's life on earth plants something in his soul. For just as the wind carries thousands of winged seeds, so each moment brings with it germs of spiritual vitality that come to rest imperceptibly in the minds and wills of men.