I cannot now evaluate the events that, at the end of those thirty years, made me discover the necessity of religious belief. I was not reasoned into my disposition. Though I admire the structured thought of theology, it is to religion no more than counterpoint exercises are to music.

We cannot describe sound, but we cannot forget it either.

Silence, which will save from shame, will also deprive me of fame.

Money may kindle, but it cannot by itself, and for very long, burn.

Is it not by love alone that we succeed in penetrating to the very essence of being?

I knew I had to write a Mass of my own, but a real one.

Just as appetite comes by eating, so work brings inspiration, if inspiration is not discernible at the beginning.