I not only have a body; I am this body.

I almost think that hope is for the soul what breathing is for the living organism. Where hope is lacking the soul dries up and withers.

The striking thing about the Precious Blood is the bond it establishes between love and suffering in our experience, a bond that has become so close that we have come to think of suffering accepted with joy as the most authentic sign of love with any depth at all.

I not only have a body; I am this body.

This detachment (poverty, chastity, etc.) must not be mere amputation; everything which is shaken off must be simultaneously found again at a higher level.

Music at times is more like perfume than mathematics.

An individual is not distinct from his place. He is his place.