That Is The Mystery Of Grace: It

We Know Well Only What We Are Deprived Of.

Human Love Is Often But The Encounter Of Two Weaknesses.

The Grandeur Of Man Lies In Song, Not In Thought.

What I Fear Is Not Being Forgotten After My Death, But, Rather, Not Being Enough Forgotten. As We Were Saying, It Is Not Our Books That Survive, But Our Poor Lives That Linger In The Histories.

The Eucharist Engages Us Unreservedly; It Is A Pact Of Love, An Alliance Signed In The Deeper Recesses Of Our Being. All Our Potentialities Are Called Upon To Warrant The Protection And Fulfillment Of This Pact.