God Does Not Answer Our

It Seems That, After Nineteen Centuries Of Extraordinary Glorification, The Small Host For Which So Many Cathedrals Have Sprung Up, The Small Host That Has Rested In Millions Of Breasts And That Has Found A Tabernacle And Worshippers Even In The Desert - It Seems That The Triumphant Host Of Lourdes And The Eucharistic Congresses Of Chicago And Carthage Remains As Unknown, As Secret As When It Appeared For The First Time In A Room In Jerusalem. Light Is In The World As In The Days Of St. John The Baptist, And The World Does Not Know It

To Love Someone Is To See A Miracle Invisible To Others.

We Know Well Only What We Are Deprived Of.

Every Novel Worthy Of The Name Is Like Another Planet, Whether Large Or Small, Which Has Its Own Laws Just As It Has Its Own Flora And Fauna.

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