That Is The Mystery Of Grace: It

The Man Who Partakes In The Breaking Of The Bread Dares To Build His House On The Very Core Of Love. He Becomes, As It Were, Godlike, But Regardless Of The Strength He Derives From It, His Free Will Remains. We Are Always Free To Disown This Immense Grace, To Abuse It. The Greatest Love May Be Betrayed. Fed On The Living Bread, We Nevertheless Conceal A Part Of Ourselves Which Longs For Swine's Food.

Tell Me What You Read And I'll Tell You Who You Are Is True Enough, But I'd Know You Better If You Told Me What You Reread.

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

Human Love Is Often But The Encounter Of Two Weaknesses.

God Does Not Answer Our Desperate Questionings; He Simply Gives Us Himself.