. . . the feeling of mathematical beauty, of the harmony of numbers and of forms, of geometric elegance. It is a genuinely aesthetic feeling, which all mathematicians know
Show so clearly that this matter is God's work, not mine.
I cannot but feel I have had a call from God to devote myself to help save souls in their last hour. . . . . I have been drawn so strongly to pray for the dying and I believe it to be a work appointed for me, perpetual prayer for the dying.
You who have never “been there” in the throes of grief, have no idea what is going on inside the head of the grieving spouse: the scattered thoughts, the constant worry that we will forget something or someone in our fog-induced state, that strange feeling of not quite “being all there” when out in social situations, the pall that covers everything, like a cloak of sadness that never lifts.
The day that I can no longer receive Our Lord in Holy Communion, Our Lord Himself will come to take me.
When I was praying there was a Presence - I saw nothing and yet Our Lord Crucified seemed present for a few instants.
He appeared to enjoy beyond everything the sound of his own voice. I couldn't wonder at that, for it was mellow and full and gave great importance to every word he uttered. He listened to himself with obvious satisfaction and sometimes gently beat time to his own music with his head or rounded a sentence with his hand.
Revolutions are not push button affairs; rather, they evolve only if there exists a reservoir of hope and grievance that can be galvanized into popular action.
If you develop love, you do not need to develop anything else.
To renounce freedom is to renounce one's humanity, one's rights as a man and equally one's duties.