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.

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

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

Life is a succession of crises and moments when we have to rediscover who we are and what we really want.

The human voice is still the most paramount vessel or weapon to use, to uphold justice and to protest against injustice.

Reach out to the fullness of God’s grace strength for any accomplishment.

Show mercy. No soul ever was made poor by loving too much, or injured by forgiving too often.

Here is the one truth you know for sure: there is no truth for sure.

This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children.

You’ll never know that just sitting across a room full of people, I have transformed you into a goddess. A destroyer of despair.

The savor of the water mint rejoiceth the heart of men.

A society that devours its own young deserves no automatic or unquestioning allegiance.

Nothing is mysterious, no human relation. Except love.

No country or continent can open its borders to all comers without fundamentally weakening itself and this is the risk that the countries of Europe run through misguided altruism.