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.

The secret of my full identity is hidden in Him. He alone can make me who I am, or rather who I will be when at last I fully begin to be. But unless I desire this identity and work to find it with Him and in Him, the work will never be done

The truth never becomes clear as long as we assume that each one of us, individually, is the center of the universe.

Stop thinking and start looking.

Solitude is a way to defend the spirit against the murderous din of our materialism.

Others can give you a name or a number, but they can never tell you who you really are. That is something you yourself can only discover from within.

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.