Tell Me What You Read And I'll

The Arrogance Of Poets Is Only A Defense; Doubt Gnaws The Greatest Among Them; They Need Our Testimony To Escape Despair.

To Love Someone Is To See A Miracle Invisible To Others.

If You Would Tell Me The Heart Of A Man, Tell Me Not What He Reads, But What He Rereads.

This God Who, As The Psalmist Said, Built His Tabernacles In The Sun, Now Establishes Himself In The Very Core Of The Flesh And The Blood.

The Scapegoat Has Always Had The Mysterious Power Of Unleashing Man's Ferocious Pleasure In Torturing, Corrupting, And Befouling.