For Who Would Dare To Assert That

A Sub-clerk In The Post-office Is The Equal Of A Conqueror If Consciousness Is Common To Them.

I Am Too Far Away From What I Love And My Distance Is Without Remedy.

The Love Of God Is A Hard Love. It Demands Total Self-surrender, Disdain Of Our Human Personality. And Yet It Alone Can Reconcile Us To Suffering And The Deaths Of Children, It Alone Can Justify Them, Since We Cannot Understand Them, And We Can Only Make God's Will Ours.

... There Are Two Types Of Happiness And I Have Chosen That Of The Murderers. For I Am Happy. There Was A Time When I Thought I Had Reached The Limit Of Distress. Beyond That Limit, There Is A Sterile And Magnificent Happiness.

Human Relationships Always Help Us To Carry On Because They Always Presuppose A Future.