Evil is license, and that is why it is monotonous: everything has to be drawn from ourselves. One is condemned to false infinity. That is hell itself.

It is much easier to imagine ourselves in the place of God the Creator than in the place of Christ crucified.

It is not my business to think about myself. My business is to think about God. It is for God to think about me.

One cannot imagine St. Francis of Assisi talking about rights.

To die for God is not a proof of faith in God. To die for an unknown and repulsive convict who is a victim of injustice, that is a proof of faith in God.

The entire universe is nothing but a great metaphor.

The glossy surface of our civilization hides a real intellectual decadence.