Everything Is True, And Nothing Is True!

God Put Self-pity By The Side Of Despair Like The Cure By The Side Of The Disease.

The Act Of Love Is A Confession.

Nothing In Life Is Worth, Turning Your Back On, If You Love It.

Can One Be A Saint If God Does Not Exist? That Is The Only Concrete Problem I Know Of Today.

In Order To Understand The World, One Has To Turn Away From It On Occasion; In Order To Serve Others Better, One Has To Hold Them At A Distance For A Time. But Where Can One Find The Solitude Necessary To Vigor, The Deep Breath In Which The Mind Collects Itself And Courage Gauges Its Strength? There Remain Big Cities.