Hell, madam, is to love no longer.

Faith is not a thing which one 'loses,' we merely cease to shape our lives by it.

Purity is not imposed upon us as though it were a kind of punishment, it is one of those mysterious but obvious conditions of that supernatural knowledge of ourselves in the Divine, which we speak of as faith. Impurity does not destroy this knowledge, it slays our need for it.

It is the perpetual dread of fear, the fear of fear, that shapes the face of a brave man.

A poor man with nothing in his belly needs hope, illusion, more than bread.