For me to be a saint means to be myself.

True happiness is found in unselfish Love, A love which increases in proportion as it is shared.

We must slow down to a human tempo and we’ll begin to have time to listen.

To consider persons and events and situations only in the light of their effect on me is to live on the doorstep of hell. Selfishness is doomed to frustration centered as it is upon a lie. To live exclusively for myself, I must make all things bend themselves to my will as if I were a god.

When I am liberated by silence, when I am no longer involved in the measurement of life, but in the living of it, I can discover a form of prayer in which there is effectively no distraction. My whole life becomes a prayer. My whole silence is full of prayer. The world of silence in which I am immersed contributes to my prayer.

It is when we love the other, the enemy, that we obtain from God the key to an understanding of who He is, and who we are.

Sincerity must be bought at a price: the humility to recognize our innumerable errors, and fidelity in tirelessly setting them right.