The only real sadness, the only real failure, the only great tragedy in life, is not to become a saint.

There are places in the heart that do not yet exist; suffering has to enter in for them to come to be.

I pray like a robber asking alms at the door of a farmhouse to which he is ready to set fire.

There is only one tragedy in the end, not to have been a saint.

Man has places in his heart which do not yet exist, and into them enters suffering, in order that they may have existence.

The only real sadness, the only real failure, the only great tragedy in life, is not to become a saint.

Suffering passes, but the fact of having suffered never passes.