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

This God who, as the psalmist said, built His tabernacles in the sun, now establishes Himself in the very core of the flesh and the blood.

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

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 man who partakes in the breaking of the bread dares to build his house on the very core of love. He becomes, as it were, Godlike, but regardless of the strength he derives from it, his free will remains. We are always free to disown this immense grace, to abuse it. The Greatest Love may be betrayed. Fed on the Living Bread, we nevertheless conceal a part of ourselves which longs for swine's food.

God does not answer our desperate questionings; he simply gives us himself.