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

We are, all of us, molded and remolded by those who have loved us, and though that love may pass, we remain none the less their work--a work that very likely they do not recognize, and which is never exactly what they intended.

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.

No love, no friendship, can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever.

Every novel worthy of the name is like another planet, whether large or small, which has its own laws just as it has its own flora and fauna.

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

That is the mystery of grace: it never comes too late.