Recovering in a Calcutta, India hospital. I think I’m more difficult than critical.
Sometimes people can hunger for more than bread. It is possible that our children, our husband, our wife, do not hunger for bread, do not need clothes, do not lack a house. But are we equally sure that none of them feels alone, abandoned, neglected, needing some affection? That, too, is poverty.
I am only a little pencil in the hand of our Lord. He may cut or sharpen the pencil. He may write or draw whatever and whenever he wants. If the writing or drawing is good, we do not honor the pencil or the material that is used, but rather the one who used it.
Joy is prayer; joy is strength, joy is love. God loves a cheerful giver. The best way we can show our gratitude to God and the people is to accept everything with joy.
I can’t help thousands, I can help only the one who stands before me.
Silence gives us a new way of looking at something.
Failure is merely feedback that there is something blocking the path of the emergence and expansion of the greatest version of yourself.
O God, how easily I make them happy! Give me strength to be always the light of their lives and so lead them to You!
How many times we have picked up in the streets human beings who had been living like animals and were longing to die like angels!
Lord, help us to accept the pains and conflicts that come to us each day as opportunities to grow as people and become more like you.
It is only by frequent deaths of ourselves and our self-centered desires that we can come to live more fully.
There are only two ways: either we love-and love in action is service – or we put hatred into action and destroy.
It often happens that those who spend their time giving light to others, remain in darkness themselves.
Holiness is not a luxury for the few; it is not just for some people. It is meant for you and for me and for all of us. It is a simple duty, because if we learn to love, we learn to be holy.
We think we do so much for the poor, but it is they who make us rich.
We must free ourselves to be filled by God. Even God cannot fill what is full.
Any work of love brings a person face to face with God.
In vocal prayer we speak to God; in mental prayer he speaks to us. It is then that God pours Himself into us.
Maybe if I didn’t pick up that one person, I wouldn’t have picked up forty-two thousand...
Thank God we don’t serve God with our feelings, otherwise I don’t know where I would be. – Pray for me.