Put your heart aside. Duty comes first. But when fulfilling your duty, put your heart into it. It helps.

Understand this well: there is something holy, something divine hidden in the most ordinary situations, and it is up to each one of you to discover it.

Either we learn to find the Lord in the ordinary everyday life or else we shall never find him

Don't say, "That person bothers me." Think: "That person sanctifies me".

You're bored? That's because you keep your senses awake and your soul asleep.

You need a heart which is in love, not an easy life, to achieve happiness.

To begin is for everyone. To persevere is for saints.

Say the Holy Rosary. Blessed be that monotony of Hail Mary's which purifies the monotony of your sins!

You don't know how to pray? Put yourself in the presence of God, and as soon as you have said, 'Lord, I don't know how to pray!' you can be sure you have already begun.

When you approach the tabernacle remember that he has been waiting for you for twenty centuries.

To defend his purity, Saint Francis of Assisi rolled in the snow, Saint Benedict threw himself into a thorn bush, and Saint Bernard plunged into an icy pond... You - what have you done?

The idea that creative endeavor and mind-altering substances are entwined is one of the great pop-intellectual myths of our time.

There are cameras nowadays that have been developed to tell the difference between a squirrel and a bomb.

Striving for perfection can get in the way during the early stages of the creative process.

I live on a train. I know - what a sad thing to admit. I am the New-Age Willy Loman. But there it is.

Figure out where you are on the field. If you're past 15 or so yards, the ball is going down the field. When you're in great position, you're able to control the receiver.

My sons are my proudest 'accomplishments' in life and I get energised seeing their individual personalities develop as they grow up.

You don't want roast beef and Yorkshire every night and twice on Sunday.

So I kept it to myself. Then some of my classmates started to come down to the comedy club, taking a girl out, and they started finding out I was a stand-up comedian.

No man can become perfect until he knows his true nature. And the person who knows his or her true nature cannot be an imperfect.

This was the void. Not blackness, not nothingness. This was what lay beneath the thinly painted scrim of reality.