You have before you the task of seeking new ways to announce Christ in situations of rapid and often profound transformation, and of emphasizing the missionary character of all pastoral activity.

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.

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.

Better thinking out loud than suffocating from frustration. ("The upper lip must never tremble" )

Isn't that how falling in love so often works? Some stranger appears out of nowhere and becomes a fixed star in your universe.

Yesterday is but today's memory, and tomorrow is today's dream.

I had a Hebraic wedding in New York, so I'm definitely Jewish.

I understood the word 'swoon'. It felt that way, like 'sweep' and 'moon' and 'woo', all those words smashed together in one word that stood for that feeling, right then.

If people knew the working of the law of truth and nonviolence, then they would themselves regulate the matter of its shortage.

The point is to show who is the cross and who the crucified.

Transformations always occur during moments of crisis.

But sometimes everything I write with the threadbare art of my eye seems a snapshot

The world is not divided into the strong who care and the weak who are cared for. We must each in turn care and be cared for, not just because it is good for us, but because it is the way things are.