Passion is loving something enough to suffer for it.

God weeps with us so that we may one day laugh with him.

Christian hope does not promise successful days to the rich and the strong, but resurrection and life to those who must exist in the shadows of death. Success is no name of God. Righteousness is.

The truth of human freedom lies in the love that breaks down barriers.

Hope is lived when it comes alive, when we go outside of ourselves and, in joy and pain take part in the lives of others.

Capitalism, racism and inhuman technocracy quietly develop in their own way. The causes of misery are no longer to be found in the inner attitudes of men, but have long been institutionalized.

Personal, inner change without a change in circumstances and structures is an idealist illusion, as though man were only a soul and not a body as well.

Totally without hope, one cannot live. To live without hope is to cease to live.

Jesus' healings are not supernatural miracles in a natural world. They are the only truly 'natural' things in a world that is unnatural, demonized and wounded.

That is why faith, wherever it develops into hope, causes not rest but unrest, not patience but impatience.... Those who hope in Christ can no longer put up with reality as it is.

In Christian terms, evangelization and humanization are not alternatives. Nor are the vertical dimension of faith and the horizontal dimension of love for ones neighbor and political change.

The state of no being, knows neither pleasure nor pain. It is purely divine.

Inner peace is the sacred-strength of peaceful existence.

I grew up in Danville, Illinois, right in the middle of the state.

One can run away from women, turn them out, or give in to them. No fourth course.

A rested face is a beautiful face. However you can, find your place of rest and peace.

When bad things turn good, the reason can usually be found in the human heart—sometimes in the hearts of great masses of people, sometimes in the heart of a solitary soul.

The main questions of everyday life are too enormous to answer in any definitive sense.

At the Christmas party, the secretary with the long red hair ate three pickles, and four salesmen panicked.

She that weds well will wisely match her love, Nor be below her husband nor above.

Funny how we think of romance as always involving two, when the romance of solitude can be ever so much more delicious and intense.