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

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

Where does discipline end? Where does cruelty begin? Somewhere between these, thousands of children inhabit a voiceless hell.

Human love is often but the encounter of two weaknesses.

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

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.

If you would tell me the heart of a man, tell me not what he reads, but what he rereads.