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

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

Any Christian who is not a hero is a pig.

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

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

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