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

I believe that only poetry counts ... A great novelist is first of all a great poet.

A good critic is the sorcerer who makes some hidden spring gush forth unexpectedly under our feet.

What I fear is not being forgotten after my death, but, rather, not being enough forgotten. As we were saying, it is not our books that survive, but our poor lives that linger in the histories.

Human love is often but the encounter of two weaknesses.

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.

To love someone is to see a miracle invisible to others.