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

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

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.

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.

A cemetery saddens us because it is the only place of the world in which we do not meet our dead again.

Did you ever have a conversation with someone who misunderstood everything you had to say? It's exhausting, and the ironic part is that the more you try and explain yourself, the more mixed up things become. Your best friend knows when you're kidding, venting, and tired. He or she knows you and therefore doesn't read into the things you say.

If the flame inside you goes out, the souls that are next to you will die of cold.