Human Love Is Often But

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.

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

The Temples Of Those Who Deny The Real Presence Are Like Corpses. The Lord Was Taken Away And We Do Not Know Where They Have Laid Him.

Did You Ever Have A Conversation With Someone Who Misunderstood Everything You Had To Say? It's Exhausting, And The Ironic Part Is That The More You Try And Explain Yourself, The More Mixed Up Things Become. Your Best Friend Knows When You're Kidding, Venting, And Tired. He Or She Knows You And Therefore Doesn't Read Into The Things You Say.

Men Resemble Great Deserted Palaces: The Owner Occupies Only A Few Rooms And Has Closed-off Wings Where He Never Ventures.