Everything Begins In Mysticism And Ends In

I Prefer A Saint With Faults To A Sinner With None.

A Word Is Not The Same With One Writer As With Another. One Tears It From His Guts. The Other Pulls It Out Of His Overcoat Pocket.

When A Man Dies, He Does Not Just Die Of The Disease He Has: He Dies Of His Whole Life.

There Will Be Things That I Do That No One Will Be Left To Understand.

The Sinner Is At The Heart Of Christianity. No One Is As Competent As The Sinner In Matters Of Christianity. No One, Except A Saint.