Love does not make you weak, because it is the source of all strength, but it makes you see the nothingness of the illusory strength on which you depended before you knew it.

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

Any Christian who is not a hero is a pig.

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.

Love does not make you weak, because it is the source of all strength, but it makes you see the nothingness of the illusory strength on which you depended before you knew it.

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