The temples of those who deny the Real Presence are like corpses. The Lord was taken away and we do not know where they have laid Him.
A writer is essentially a man who does not resign himself to loneliness.
If the flame inside you goes out, the souls that are next to you will die of cold.
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.
That is the mystery of grace: it never comes too late.
No love, no friendship, can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever.