“Prayer begins where our power ends.”

Spiritual life begins to decay when we fail to sense the grandeur of what is eternal in time.

The riches of the soul are stored up in its memory. this is the test of character, not whether a man follows the daily fashion, but whether the past is alive in his present.

Sometimes there seems to be a greater separation between the church and God than between the church and state.

Human being is both being in the world and living in the world. Living involves responsible understanding of one’s role in relation to all other beings.

Our age is one in which usefulness is thought to be the chief merit of nature; in which the attainment of power

To pray is to take notice of the wonder, to regain a sense of the mystery that animates all beings, the divine margin in all attainments.

The test of love is in how one relates not to saints and scholars but to rascals.

It is gratefulness which makes the soul great.

Remember that there is meaning beyond absurdity. Know that every deed counts, that every word is power…Above all, remember that you must build your life as if it were a work of art.

We use words as tools. We forget that words are a repository of the spirit. The tragedy of our times is that the vessels of the spirit are broken.

When religion speaks only in the name of authority rather than with the voice of compassion, its message becomes meaningless.

God cannot be sensed as a second thought, as an explanation of the origin of the universe. He is either the first and the last, or just another concept.

He who is satisfied has never truly craved, and he who craves for the light of God neglects his ease for ardor.

There is a war to wage against the vulgar, the glorification of the absurd, a war that is incessant, universal.

God is not a hypothesis derived from logical assumptions, but an immediate insight, self-evident as light. He is not something to be sought in the darkness with the light of reason. He is the light.

Mundus vult decipi’—the world wants to be deceived.

The photo of me they choose to print when I die -Thoughts at 4 a.m

Light at the end of the tunnel? We don’t even have a tunnel; we don’t even know where the tunnel is.

We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty, charm and adventure. There is no end to the adventures that we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open.

I am not, at the end of the day, a mother, a wife, a writer, an activist, a friend. I am a child of God. That’s who I was when I came into this world and who I’ll be when I leave it. No one can take that from me.

We should live out our particular brand of faith, sure – but we should never force our brand of faith upon anyone else. All violence starts with the desire to change others and then never, ever ends.

Youth ends when egotism does; maturity begins when one lives for others.

And when will there be an end of marrying? I suppose, when there is an end of living.

Irrespective of whether you have talent or not, one has to work hard. Just being talented doesn’t mean anything; you can end up wasting it before you realize.