“Children teach us to see reality with a trusting and pure gaze.”

God loves you, and this is something on which all our religious traditions are agreed.

Do not judge, do not condemn; forgive. And you will be merciful like the Father.

Humility and tenderness are not virtues of the weak, but of the strong.

The ability to be surprised is hidden in all of our hearts.

The personal encounter with refugees dispels fears and distorted ideologies and becomes a factor for growth in humanity.

Aptitude for listening urges us to create bridges of communication.

Let us protect the heritage that God has entrusted to us so that future generations may enjoy it.

None of us shines with our own light: the light that we have is a reflection of the grace of God, of the light of God.

Solidarity gives rise to openness towards others.

The Eucharist prepares us for a place in eternity, because it is the Bread of Heaven.

It is not easy to live in the light. The light makes us see many ugly things within us: vices, pride, the worldly spirit.

Each of us is beautiful in God’s eyes, and God loves us.

Consecrated life is a living encounter with the Lord in his people.

Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.

Women bring the grace of renewal, the embrace of inclusion, and the courage to give of oneself.

Those who care for the little ones are on God’s side and defeat the culture of waste.

The best way would be education and kids and all that stuff and then education and working education comes through. Then I started a music school and the music school now teaches kids to play the violin and the viola.

The whole dating ritual was different when I was a kid. Girls got pinned, not nailed.

I’m sad for adults who want to be children. And children who want to be adults.

I try to tell all the – not even the kids, even people older than me – to just be themselves. Don’t wear what I wear ’cause I wear it; wear what you like.

When I was a kid, my favourite time of the year when I was child was that magical first snowfall. I’d yell Yippee! Snow! and run up to the front door and shout You know the deal… You have to let me in now.

But my deepest and most secret love belongs to the fair-haired and the blue-eyed, the bright children of life, the happy, the charming and the ordinary.

I feel terrible for a Palestinian child who dies. But, if it’s your father, your brother or your uncle who was firing those rockets into Israel, whose fault is it really? Do you really expect the Israelis not to retaliate?

A man never knows exactly how the child of his brain will strike other people.