There are no original ideas. There are only original people.

All our loves are contained in all our other loves.

Italy offers one the most priceless of all one's possessions - one's own soul.

Persecution always acts as a jell for members of cults; it proves to them, in the absence of history, liturgy, tradition, and doctrine, that they are God's chosen.

Violence is its own anesthetist. The numbness it induces feels very much like calm.

Rome is all things high and low. It is like God, it accommodates so much.

Sometimes I think that just not thinking of oneself is a form of prayer. . .