We must ask ourselves how many times others would benefit more from our silence than from our words.

Pay attention to the people God puts in your path if you want to discern what God is up to in your life.

What makes us human is not our mind but our heart, not our ability to think but our ability to love.

For Jesus, there are no countries to be conquered, no ideologies to be imposed, no people to be dominated. There are only children, women and men to be loved.

You don't think your way into a new kind of living. You live your way into a new kind of thinking.

Dare to love and to be a real friend. The love you give and receive is a reality that will lead you closer and closer to God as well as those whom God has given you to love.

My whole life I have been complaining that my work was constantly interrupted, until I discovered that my interruptions were my work.

In a world so torn apart by rivalry, anger, and hatred, we have the privileged vocation to be living signs of a love that can bridge all divisions and heal all wounds.

The main question is not, how can we hide our wounds...but how can we put our woundedness in service to others.

O Lord, make this Lenten season different from the other ones. Let me find you again. Amen.

Those who keep speaking about the sun while walking under a cloudy sky are messengers of hope, the true saints of our day.

I don't profess any religion

I go silent so I can write. When my tongue is wagging my fingers are silent.

It should be noted that my mother has a long history of being disturbingly unperturbed by what normal people deem perturbing. Certain things simply don't strike her as worthy of a sit-down.

There is no position outside of reason where you can stand and lecture about reason and pass judgment on reason.

Reader: Dear Mr. Snicket, What is the best way to keep a secret? Lemony Snicket : Tell it to everyone you know, but pretend you are kidding.

Love in a hut with water and a crust Is - Love forgive us! - cinders ashes dust.

You look at Vladimir Radmanovic, this guy is cut from stone. As if Michelangelo was reading and a lightening bolt flashed before him.

When a nation's young men are conservative, its funeral bell is already rung.

The audience loves it when you pay attention to details.

At evening casual flocks of pigeons make Ambiguous undulations as they sink Downward to darkness, on extended wings.