God of peace, bring your peace to our violent world: peace in the hearts of all men and women and peace among the nations of the Earth.

The world promises you comfort, but you were not made for comfort. You were made for greatness.

Truth is not determined by a majority vote.

It is the beautiful task of Advent to awaken in all of us memories of goodness and thus to open doors of hope.

The cross reminds us that there is no true love without suffering, there is no gift of life without pain.

If we allow the love of Christ to change our heart, then we can change the world. This is the secret of authentic happiness.

We were looking for a 'good shepherd,' and instead we got a German shepherd.

I have a mustard seed; and I am not afraid to use it.

Each of us is the result of a thought of God. Each of us is willed. Each of us is loved. Each of us is necessary.

Look at the face of the other... discover that he has a soul, a history and a life, that he is a person and that God loves this person.

We are moving toward a dictatorship of relativism which does not recognize anything as for certain and which has as its highest goal one's own ego and one's own desires.

...it is precisely because the world appears to us to be multiple, ambiguous, and paradoxical, that we must strive to speak and write clearly.

I'm not feeling sorry cause you let me down, I'm feeling sorry cause there is no way back.

I'm not thirsty. I'm not a pop star. I don't want to reign over all forever... I don't want to be famous! It makes me feel sick, the thought of being a famous person. It's just not me.

If I weren't making documentary films, I suppose I'd be teaching.

Gaia spins on, silently contemplating what it means to be born into a sarcastic universe.

I always work on my abs, every single day. As Miss Universe, exercising your abdominal muscles is mandatory!

My weakness is wearing too much leopard print.

I've been watching Messi for some time now, and his ability to decide games and keep possession of the ball is amazing.

You're getting everyone's point of view at the same time, which for me, is the perfect state for a novel: a cubist state, the cubist novel.

Life is too short to harbor any hostilities towards anybody.