We are moving toward a dictatorship of relativism which does not recognize anything as for certain and which has as its highest goal one's own ego and one's own desires.

The world promises you comfort, but you were not made for comfort. You were made for greatness.

Truth is not determined by a majority vote.

It is the beautiful task of Advent to awaken in all of us memories of goodness and thus to open doors of hope.

The cross reminds us that there is no true love without suffering, there is no gift of life without pain.

If we allow the love of Christ to change our heart, then we can change the world. This is the secret of authentic happiness.

We were looking for a 'good shepherd,' and instead we got a German shepherd.

I have a mustard seed; and I am not afraid to use it.

Each of us is the result of a thought of God. Each of us is willed. Each of us is loved. Each of us is necessary.

Look at the face of the other... discover that he has a soul, a history and a life, that he is a person and that God loves this person.

When politicians presume to do God's work, they do not become divine but diabolical.

...thinking all this maximalism would somehow generate happiness?

The true opposite of depression is not gaiety or absence of pain, but vitality: the freedom to experience spontaneous feelings.

Never underestimate the healing power of breath.

I could have played more complex stuff. I could have been a busier player. But that's not what I wanted to do. I played what I wanted to play.

The sun was slowly setting in the west, casting golden beams of light into the somber old room.

I haven't really spoken to God since I was a boy and I've rediscovered god and prayer in the process and all of that has come together.

As beauteous is the world, and many a joy Floats through its wide dominion. But, alas, When we would seize the winged good, it flies.

You have to do things people see or you don't get to do anything.

What are you?" I rasped. It smiled. "Whatever scares you.

All the buried seeds crack open in the dark the instant they surrender to a process they can't see.