To find love I must enter into the sanctuary where it is hidden, which is the mystery of God.

Saints are what they are not because their sanctity makes them admirable to others, but because the gift of sainthood makes it possible for them to admire everyone else.

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

The center of our being is a point of nothingness which is untouched by sin and by illusion, a point of pure truth.

Music and art and poetry attune the soul to God.

You are certainly one of the joys of life for all who have ever come within a mile of you.

You have got me walking up and down all day under those trees, saying to me over and over again, "Solitude, solitude." And You have turned around and thrown the world in my lap. You have told me, "Leave all things and follow me," and then You have tied half of New York to my foot like a ball and chain. You have got me kneeling behind that pillar with my mind making a noise like a bank. Is that contemplation?