Solitude and silence teach me to love my brothers for what they are, not for what they say.

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

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

Indeed, it is a kind of quintessence of pride to hate and fear even the kind and legitimate approval of those who love us! I mean, to resent it as a humiliating patronage.

Man was made for the highest activity, which is, in fact, his rest.

Cupidity...takes created things for ends in themselves, which they are not. The will that seeks rest in creatures for their own sake stops on the way to its true end, terminates in a value which does not exist, and thus frustrates all its deepest capacities for happiness and peace.

There were only a few shepherds at the first Bethlehem. The ox and the donkey understood more of the first Christmas than the high priests in Jerusalem. And it is the same today.