Human love is often but the encounter of two weaknesses.
If the flame inside you goes out, the souls that are next to you will die of cold.
God does not answer our desperate questionings; he simply gives us himself.
A writer is essentially a man who does not resign himself to loneliness.
A man's passion for the mountain is, above all, his childhood which refuses to die.
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.