We know well only what we are deprived of.

That is the mystery of grace: it never comes too late.

Doubt is nothing but a trivial agitation on the surface of the soul, while deep down there is a calm certainty.

If you would tell me the heart of a man, tell me not what he reads, but what he rereads.

Being for every man the touchstone of faith and love, the Eucharist, like on the Cross, divided the minds as soon as it was announced... Nothing engages a man as much as does the Eucharist

The scapegoat has always had the mysterious power of unleashing man's ferocious pleasure in torturing, corrupting, and befouling.

The arrogance of poets is only a defense; doubt gnaws the greatest among them; they need our testimony to escape despair.