A person never knows their own true face. Everybody thinks that the phoney, posed social mask they wear is their real face.

I became a Catholic against my will.

Christ did not die for the good and beautiful. It is easy enough to die for the good and beautiful; the hard thing is to die for the miserable and corrupt.

Sin, he reflected, is not what it is usually thought to be; it is not to steal and tell lies. Sin is for one man to walk brutally over the life of another and to be quite oblivious of the wounds he has left behind.

Every weakness contains within itself a strength.

The smell of death was thick in the city of Vara?asi. And in Tokyo as well. And yet the birds blissfully sang their songs.

Christianity, to be effective in Japan, must change.