No metaphysician has yet shaken the ordinary individual's belief in his own existence. The uncertainties only begin for most of us when we ask what else is.

If God were small enough to be understood, He would not be big enough to be worshipped.

God is always coming to you in the Sacrament of the Present Moment. Meet and receive Him there with gratitude in that sacrament.

After all it is those who have a deep and real inner life who are best able to deal with the irritating details of outer life.

For lack of attention a thousand forms of loveliness elude us every day.

Love is creative. It does not flow along the easy paths, spending itself in the attractive. It cuts new channels, goes where it is needed.

This is the secret of joy. We shall no longer strive for our own way; but commit ourselves, easily and simply, to God's way, acquiesce in His will, and in so doing find our peace.

My growth depends on my walls coming down.

On every level of life, from housework to heights of prayer, in all judgment and efforts to get things done, hurry and impatience are sure marks of the amateur.

Mysticism is the art of union with Reality.

Try to arrange things so that you can have a reasonable bit of quiet every day.

Run! Life's too short to walk. Unless you don't know where you're running to, then move very slowly.

At first, one sees the person who is modelling; but little by little, all of the possible sculptures that could be made come between artist and model.

At twenty a man is a peacock, at thirty a lion, at forty a camel, at fifty a serpent, at sixty a dog, at seventy an ape, at eighty a nothing at all.

An actor really suffers when the director isn't prepared because you start running out of time for the shoot and then have to do it fast.

I think that Pebble Beach is my favorite golf course to go to. I think Augusta is my favorite place to go play golf.

Hippo in a skirt: this was a comic reference to one of Solomon's principal wives, the one from Moab. Childish? Yes. But in the days before printing we had limited opportunities for satire.

I think the good Lord is a Yankee.

It is well for one to know more than he says.

Wha-what?" Her eyes fluttered open. "Nothing," I shouted. "We're being followed by a slaying machine. Go back to sleep.

I dont believe God's called me to survive the world but to change it for His glory.