“TRIPPING OVER JOYWhat is the differenceBetween your experience of ExistenceAnd that of a saint?The saint knowsThat the spiritual pathIs a sublime chess game with GodAnd that the BelovedHas just made such a Fantastic MoveThat the saint is now continuallyTripping over JoyAnd bursting out in LaughterAnd saying, “I Surrender!”Whereas, my dear,I am afraid you still thinkYou have a thousand serious moves.”
“I am not a saint, unless you think of a saint as a sinner who keeps on trying.”
“I am not a saint or a cripple,I am not a wound; now I will seewhether I am a coward.”
“I know there's still good in you, Jude," I whispered. "You were always such a saint...and now you're lost. But you're still my brother.”
“I am a Count, Not a Saint.”
“Saint or stranger, I still recklessly seek you.”