Christ himself came down and took possession of me. . . I had never foreseen the possibility of that, of a real contact, person to person, here below, between a human being and God. . . in this sudden possession of me by Christ, neither my sense nor my imagination had any part: I only felt in the midst of my suffering the presence of a love.

A mind enclosed in language is in prison.

Death. An instantaneous state, without past or future. Indispensable for entering eternity.

We cannot take a single step toward heaven. It is not in our power to travel in a vertical direction. If however we look heavenward for a long time, God comes and takes us up.

Sin is not a distance, it is a turning of our gaze in the wrong direction.

Why is it that reality, when set down untransposed in a book, sounds false?

A science which does not bring us nearer to God is worthless.