If the flame inside you goes out, the souls that are next to you will die of cold.

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

Men resemble great deserted palaces: the owner occupies only a few rooms and has closed-off wings where he never ventures.

We know well only what we are deprived of.

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

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

The Eucharist engages us unreservedly; it is a pact of love, an alliance signed in the deeper recesses of our being. All our potentialities are called upon to warrant the protection and fulfillment of this pact.