Saints rarely have friends; they are usually hated and derided, for they love and love is always rejected by hard-hearted men....saints do not advertise themselves; good men do not seek out a name in the world....the saints did what they did almost in stealth, asking nothing except that men love God.

I will ge glad to have done with this life forever.

Animals do not betray; they do not exploit; they do not oppress; they do not enslave; they do not sin. They have their being, and their being is honest, and who can say this of man?

If there is a God, then he was particularly harsh to me

Tel Aviv appeals to me.

Though I am a Catholic, a professing one, I have serious doubts about the survival of the human personality after death.

At 8, I made a pact with God.