A community which refuses to welcome - whether through fear, weariness, insecurity, a desire to cling to comfort, or just because it is fed up with visitors - is dying spiritually.

To love someone is to show to them their beauty, their worth and their importance.

Love doesn't mean doing extraordinary or heroic things. It means knowing how to do ordinary things with tenderness.

Each person is sacred, no matter what his or her culture, religion, handicap, or fragility. Each person is created in God’s image; each one has a heart, a capacity to love and to be loved.

Community is not an ideal; it is people. It is you and I. In community we are called to love people just as they are with their wounds and their gifts, not as we want them to be.

Growth begins when we start to accept our own weakness

One of the marvelous things about community is that it enables us to welcome and help people in a way we couldn't as individuals.

I am struck by how sharing our weakness and difficulties is more nourishing to others than sharing our qualities and successes.

Those we most often exclude from the normal life of society, people with disabilities, have profound lessons to teach us

Prayer is like a secret garden made up of silence and rest and inwardness. But there are a thousand and one doors into this garden and we all have to find our own.

Love is to recognize that the other person is a person, is precious, is important and has value.

Oh, what a tangled web we weave...when first we practice to deceive.

For it would be better to die once and for all than to suffer pain for all one's life.

Prayer is the voice of faith.

Sometimes one can be so closely involved with things that the larger context is lost to view.

I don't particularly like it when people put words in my mouth, either, by the way, unless I say it.

Invoking removes darkness and brings forth radiant lights.

The real end of the world is the destruction of the spirit; the other kind depends on the insignificant attempt to see whether after such a destruction the world can go on.

Masterpieces are no more than the shipwrecked flotsam of great minds.

Who you are is love. What love does is heal.

You have to embrace getting older.