I really only love God as much as I love the person I love the least.
If you feed the poor, you're a saint. If you ask why they're poor, you're a Communist.
Don't worry about being effective. Just concentrate on being faithful to the truth.
We have all known the long loneliness, and we have found that the answer is community.
No one has a right to sit down and feel hopeless. There's too much work to do.
If you have two coats, one of them belongs to the poor.
What I want to bring out is how a pebble cast into a pond causes ripples that spread in all directions. And each one of our thoughts, words and deeds is like that.
We must talk about poverty, because people insulated by their own comfort lose sight of it.
Our problems stem from our acceptance of this filthy, rotten system.
An act of love, a voluntary taking on oneself of some of the pain of the world, increases the courage and love and hope of all.
How long has it been since you took your children, whatever their size, in your arms and told them that you love them and are glad that they can be yours forever?