The temples of those who deny the Real Presence are like corpses. The Lord was taken away and we do not know where they have laid Him.

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

The grandeur of man lies in song, not in thought.

A writer is essentially a man who does not resign himself to loneliness.

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.

Tell me what you read and I'll tell you who you are is true enough, but I'd know you better if you told me what you reread.

Human love is often but the encounter of two weaknesses.