Echoes

God rests in Himself, and makes all things rest in Him.

A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life.

The time of business does not with me differ from the time of prayer; and in the noise and clutter of my kitchen, while several persons are at the same time calling for different things, I possess God in as great tranquillity as if I were upon my knees at the Blessed Sacrament.

Architecture is the will of an epoch translated into space.

If anything is sacred the human body is sacred.

It is man's duty to love and to fear God, even without hope of reward or fear of punishment.

The world is charged with the grandeur of God. / It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; / it gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil / Crushed.

It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.

In silence and in stillness a devout soul maketh progress, and learneth the mysteries of Holy Scripture.

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.

Lost Time is never found again.

I think that I cannot preserve my health and spirits, unless I spend four hours a day at least — and it is commonly more than that — sauntering through the woods and over the hills and fields, absolutely free from all worldly engagements.

Your thought advocates Judaism, Brahmanism, Buddhism, Christianity, and Islam. In my thought there is only one universal religion, whose varied paths are but the fingers of the loving hand of the Supreme Being. In your thought there are the rich, the poor, and the beggared. My thought holds that there are no riches but life; that we are all beggars, and no benefactor exists save life herself.

Attention, taken to its highest degree, is the same thing as prayer.

You see how few things you have to do to live a satisfying and reverent life? If you can manage this, that's all even the gods can ask of you.

Not all of us are called to be hermits, but all of us need enough silence and solitude to enable the deeper voice of our own self to be heard.

Our house is our corner of the world. As has often been said, it is our first universe, a real cosmos in every sense of the word.

If you can spend a perfectly useless afternoon in a perfectly useless manner, you have learned how to live.

Let us be silent, that we may hear the whisper of the gods.

It is not that we have a short time to live, but that we waste a great deal of it.

Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.

The fashion of this world passeth away and I would fain occupy myself with the things that are abiding.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep, / But I have promises to keep, / And miles to go before I sleep, / And miles to go before I sleep.

Read the best books first, or you may not have a chance to read them at all.

I am the wheat of God, and let me be ground by the teeth of the wild beasts, that I may be found the pure bread of Christ.