Look at your own poverty welcome it cherish it don't be afraid share your death because thus you will share your love and your life

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.

Every day I make a choice to bring my own sunshine.

The most meaningful hopes and dreams don’t come from outside sources—they come from within.

As we lay hold upon the truth of God, its influence must affect us. It must elevate us. It must remove from us every imperfection.

A life directed chiefly toward the fulfillment of personal desires will sooner or later always lead to bitter disappointment.

Psychiatry is a dirty mirror.

Delegate it to the manager. You have this really good staff that will take care of everything for you. You just have to delegate it and trust it.

I am a cloud - in trousers.

O, if there be any kind of life most sad, and deepest in the scale of pity, it is the dry, cold impotence of one, who has honestly set to the work of his own self-redemption.

When two people meet, each one is changed by the other so you've got two new people.

Fear closes all doors to the true self, that brilliant center where the ecstasy lies.