There is a terrible emptiness in me, an indifference that hurts.

We turn toward God only to obtain the impossible.

We are condemned to live together.

She was waiting, but she didn't know for what. She was aware only of her solitude, and of the penetrating cold, and of a greater weight in the region of her heart.

From Paul to Stalin, the popes who have chosen Caesar have prepared the way for Caesars who quickly learn to despise popes.

To stay or to go, it amounted to the same thing.

A work of art is a confession.