The Scapegoat Has Always Had The Mysterious

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

If The Flame Inside You Goes Out, The Souls That Are Next To You Will Die Of Cold.

A Writer Is Essentially A Man Who Does Not Resign Himself To Loneliness.

The Eucharist Engages Us Unreservedly; It Is A Pact Of Love, An Alliance Signed In The Deeper Recesses Of Our Being. All Our Potentialities Are Called Upon To Warrant The Protection And Fulfillment Of This Pact.

That Is The Mystery Of Grace: It Never Comes Too Late.