It is not only our hatred of others that is dangerous but also and above all our hatred of ourselves: particularly that hatred of ourselves which is too deep and too powerful to be consciously faced. For it is this which makes us see our own evil in others and unable to see it in ourselves.

Actions are the doors and windows of being. Unless we act, we have no way of knowing what we are.

The silence of the spheres is the music of a wedding feast. The more we persist in misunderstanding the phenomena of life, the more we analyze them out into strange finalities and complex purposes of our own, the more we involve ourselves in sadness. But it does not matter much because no despair of ours can alter the reality of things, or stain the joy of the cosmic dance which is always there.

For perfect hope is achieved on the brink of despair, when instead of falling over the edge, we find ourselves walking on air.

Whose silence are you?

Each individual Christian and each new age of the Church has to make this rediscovery, this return to the source of Christian life.

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