I Believe That Only Poetry

Where Does Discipline End? Where Does Cruelty Begin? Somewhere Between These, Thousands Of Children Inhabit A Voiceless Hell.

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.

If You Would Tell Me The Heart Of A Man, Tell Me Not What He Reads, But What He Rereads.

God Does Not Answer Our Desperate Questionings; He Simply Gives Us Himself.

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