A man's passion for the mountain is, above all, his childhood which refuses to die.

This God who, as the psalmist said, built His tabernacles in the sun, now establishes Himself in the very core of the flesh and the blood.

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.

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

Men resemble great deserted palaces: the owner occupies only a few rooms and has closed-off wings where he never ventures.

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

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.