The holiest of all spots on earth is where an ancient hatred has become a present love.
A holy person is not one who does extraordinary things, but one who does ordinary things with extraordinary love.
The holy man is a ladder, reaching from heaven to earth. On this ladder, angels go up and down, bringing down blessings from heaven.
The holiest of holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; the secret anniversaries of the heart.
Holiness comes wrapped in the ordinary. There are burning bushes all around you. Every tree is full of angels.