God does not answer our desperate questionings; he simply gives us himself.
That is the mystery of grace: it never comes too late.
To love someone is to see a miracle invisible to others.
Tell me what you read and I'll tell you who you are is true enough, but I'd know you better if you told me what you reread.
A man's passion for the mountain is, above all, his childhood which refuses to die.
If you would tell me the heart of a man, tell me not what he reads, but what he rereads.