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.

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.

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.

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.

I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of autumn.

After a long time the great and awful Name was forgotten and the people, men, women and children, only recognized an image of wood or stone and the temple of wood or stone which they had been brought up from infancy to serve by bowing down.

Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.