That Is The Mystery Of Grace: It

If The Flame Inside You Goes Out, The Souls That Are Next To You Will Die Of Cold.

A Writer Is Essentially A Man Who Does Not Resign Himself To Loneliness.

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

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

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.