May we all grow in grace and peace and not neglect the silence that is printed in the center of our being. It will not fail us.
Technology is not in itself opposed to spirituality and to religion. But it presents a great temptation.
Infinite sharing is the law of God s inner life.
Every other man is a piece of myself, for I am a part and a member of mankind.
Love is the door to eternity.
We cannot love ourselves unless we love others, and we cannot love others unless we love ourselves. But a selfish love of ourselves makes us incapable of loving others.
A superficial freedom to wander aimlessly here or there, to taste this or that, to make a choice of distractions, is simply a sham. It claims to be a freedom of “choice” when it has evaded the basic task of discovering who it is that chooses.
Love winter when the plant says nothing.
The whole world is charged with the glory of God and I feel fire and music under my feet.
Modern man believes he is fruitful and productive when his ego is aggressively affirmed, when he is visibly active, and when his action produces obvious results.
The man who sweats under his mask, whose role makes him itch with discomfort, who hates the division in himself, is already beginning to be free.
Teach me to go to the country beyond words and beyond names.
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.
For perfect hope is achieved on the brink of despair, when instead of falling over the edge, we find ourselves walking on air.
Life is not accomplishing some special work but attaining to a degree of consciousness and inner freedom which is beyond all works and attainments.
This is the greatest stumbling block in our spiritual discipline, which, in actuality, consists not in getting rid of the self but in realizing the fact that there is no such existence from the first.
The art of our time, sacred art included, will necessarily be characterized by a certain poverty, grimness and roughness which correspond to the violent realities of a cruel age.
Love is our true destiny.
One opens the inner doors of one’s heart to the infinite silences of the Spirit, out of whose abysses love wells up without fail and gives itself to all.
Thinking prevents the unconscious from speaking.