Beware of the community in which blasphemy does not exist: underneath, atheism runs rampant.

The truly erotic sensibility, in evoking the image of woman, never omits to clothe it. The robing and disrobing: that is the true traffic of love.

I love Jesus, who said to us: Heaven and earth will pass away. When heaven and earth have passed away, my word will remain. What was your word, Jesus? Love? Forgiveness? Affection? All your words were one word: Wakeup.

The unpublished manuscript is like an uncon-fessed sin that festers in the soul, corrupting and contaminating it.

Death is something we shouldn't fear because, while we are, death isn't, and when death is, we aren't.

What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?

There is no road, the road is made by walking.