The grandeur of man lies in song, not in thought..

Tell me what you read and I'll tell you who you are is true enough, but I'd know you better if you told me what you reread..

If you would tell me the heart of a man, tell me not what he reads, but what he rereads..

I write whenever it suits me. During a creative period I write every day; a novel should not be interrupted. When I cease to be carried along, when I….

There is no accident in our choice of reading. All our sources are related..

Human love is often but the encounter of two weaknesses..

We are, all of us, molded and remolded by those who have loved us, and though that love may pass, we remain none the less their work--a work that ver….

Men resemble great deserted palaces: the owner occupies only a few rooms and has closed-off wings where he never ventures..

God does not answer our desperate questionings; he simply gives us himself..

Did you ever have a conversation with someone who misunderstood everything you had to say? It's exhausting, and the ironic part is that the more you ….

What I fear is not being forgotten after my death, but, rather, not being enough forgotten. As we were saying, it is not our books that survive, but ….

If the flame inside you goes out, the souls that are next to you will die of cold..

The scapegoat has always had the mysterious power of unleashing man's ferocious pleasure in torturing, corrupting, and befouling..

It seems that, after nineteen centuries of extraordinary glorification, the small Host for which so many cathedrals have sprung up, the small Host th….

The man who partakes in the breaking of the bread dares to build his house on the very core of love. He becomes, as it were, Godlike, but regardless ….

I believe that only poetry counts ... A great novelist is first of all a great poet..

A man's passion for the mountain is, above all, his childhood which refuses to die..

A writer is essentially a man who does not resign himself to loneliness..

Doubt is nothing but a trivial agitation on the surface of the soul, while deep down there is a calm certainty..

A cemetery saddens us because it is the only place of the world in which we do not meet our dead again..

That is the mystery of grace: it never comes too late..