In The End, It's The Reality Of

Happiness Is Not A Matter Of Intensity But Of Balance And Order And Rhythm And Harmony.

Every Moment And Every Event Of Every Man's Life On Earth Plants Something In His Soul.

The Only Thing To Seek In Contemplative Prayer Is God; And We Seek Him Successfully When We Realize That We Cannot Find Him Unless He Shows Himself To Us, And Yet At The Same Time That He Would Not Have Inspired Us To Seek Him Unless We Had Already Found Him.

Every One Of Us Is Shadowed By An Illusory Person: A False Self. We Are Not Very Good At Recognizing Illusions, Least Of All The Ones We Cherish About Ourselves.

Conscience Is The Light By Which We Interpret The Will Of God In Our Own Lives.