Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.

Hell, madam, is to love no longer.

Faith is not a thing which one 'loses', we merely cease to shape our lives by it.

It is the perpetual dread of fear, the fear of fear, that shapes the face of a brave man.

Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.

The first sign of corruption in a society that is still alive is that the end justifies the means.

Purity is not imposed upon us as though it were a kind of punishment, it is one of those mysterious but obvious conditions of that supernatural knowledge of ourselves in the Divine, which we speak of as faith. Impurity does not destroy this knowledge, it slays our need for it.

The wish to pray is a prayer in itself. God can ask no more than that of us.

A poor man with nothing in his belly needs hope, illusion, more than bread.

Hope is a risk that must be run.