A man's passion for the mountain is, above all, his childhood which refuses to die.
The grandeur of man lies in song, not in thought.
We know well only what we are deprived of.
That is the mystery of grace: it never comes too late.
Men resemble great deserted palaces: the owner occupies only a few rooms and has closed-off wings where he never ventures.
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