In spite of all the dishonour, the broken standards, the broken lives, The broken faith in one place or another, There was something left that was more than the tales Of old men on winter evenings.

It is never too late to be what you might have been.

Most of the trouble in the world is caused by people wanting to be important.

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.

We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.

If we really want to pray we must first learn to listen, for in the silence of the heart God speaks.

I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.

Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

Finding a way to live the simple life is one of life's supreme complications.

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

The journey, Not the destination matters.

If freedom is to be saved and enlarged, poverty must be ended. There is no other solution.

In Latin America, even atheists are Catholics.

It is easy to hate and it is difficult to love. This is how the whole scheme of things works. All good things are difficult to achieve; and bad things are very easy to get.

I think that is the big danger in keeping a diary: you exaggerate everything.

I saw your wife the other day and she is ugly. I know, but she sure can cook.

Life shoould be touched, not strangled. You've got to relax, let it happen at times, and at other move forward with it.

Confusion and impotence are the inevitable results when the wisdom and resources of the world are substituted for the presence and power of the Spirit.

On the canvas of life, Every sweep of the brush matters, Counts for something.

We looked into each other's eyes. I saw myself, she saw herself.

Sanity’s a virginity of the mind