Men Resemble Great Deserted Palaces: The Owner

Doubt Is Nothing But A Trivial Agitation On The Surface Of The Soul, While Deep Down There Is A Calm Certainty.

It Seems That, After Nineteen Centuries Of Extraordinary Glorification, The Small Host For Which So Many Cathedrals Have Sprung Up, The Small Host That Has Rested In Millions Of Breasts And That Has Found A Tabernacle And Worshippers Even In The Desert - It Seems That The Triumphant Host Of Lourdes And The Eucharistic Congresses Of Chicago And Carthage Remains As Unknown, As Secret As When It Appeared For The First Time In A Room In Jerusalem. Light Is In The World As In The Days Of St. John The Baptist, And The World Does Not Know It

I Love Germany So Much I'm Glad There Are Two Of Them.

I Believe That Only Poetry Counts ... A Great Novelist Is First Of All A Great Poet.

No Love, No Friendship, Can Cross The Path Of Our Destiny Without Leaving Some Mark On It Forever.