Do not abandon me, Lord. Don't you see the bottomless pit this poor son of yours would end up in? My Mother: I am your son too. (The Forge, 314)
Put your head frequently round the oratory door to say to Jesus: I abandon myself into your arms. Leave everything you have ‑‑ your wretchedness ‑‑ at his feet. In this way, in spite of the welter of things you carry along behind you, you will never lose your peace. (The Forge, 306)
Nunc coepi! -- now I begin! This is the cry of a soul in...
"I dream — and the dream has come true — of multitudes of God’s children, sanctifying themselves as ordinary citizens, sharing the ambitions and endeavours of their colleagues and friends.”