Facts Themselves Do Not Give Knowledge

Leisure Is A Form Of Silence, Not Noiselessness. It Is The Silence Of Contemplation Such As Occurs When We Let Our Minds Rest On A Rosebud, A Child At Play, A Divine Mystery, Or A Waterfall.

All Badness Is Spoiled Goodness. A Bad Apple Is A Good Apple That Became Rotten. Because Evil Has No Capital Of Its Own, It Is A Parasite That Feeds On Goodness.

Our Happiest Times Are Those In Which We Forget Ourselves, Usually In Being Kind To Someone Else. That Tiny Moment Of Self-abdication Is An Act Of True Humility: The Man Who Loses Himself Finds Himself And Finds His Happiness.

In Vocal Prayer We Go To God On Foot. In Meditation We Go To God On Horseback. In Contemplation We Go To God In A Jet.

If I Were Not A Catholic, And Were Looking For The True Church In The World Today, I Would Look For The One Church Which Did Not Get Along Well With The World; In Other Words, I Would Look For The Church Which The World Hated.