Ugh! How many stories about love, copulation, marriage and death already exist, not one of which tells the truth! How sick I am of well-constructed plots and brilliant writing!

I write only for my shadow which is cast on the wall in front of the light. I must introduce myself to it.

In life there are certain sores which, like a kind of canker, slowly erode the soul in solitude.

My one fear is that tomorrow I may die without having come to know myself.

I thought to myself: if it’s true that every person has a star in the sky, mine must be distant, dim, and absurd. Perhaps I never had a star.

I have finally learned that I must remain silent as much as possible. I must always keep my thoughts to myself.

If there was no death, everyone would wish for it.

[Death is] the best asylum for pains and sorrows and troubles and the injustices of life.

Only death does not lie.

The presence of death annihilates all superstitions. We are the children of death, and it is death that rescues us from the deceptions of life. In the midst of life he calls us and summons us to him.

There are sores which slowly erode the mind in solitude like a kind of canker.

He who is more mindful of one, loses the love and the faith of both.

A universal truth of bicycling is this - pain is inevitable, suffering is optional.

Love is a malady, the common symptoms of which are the same in all patients.

I love Paris for its wide boulevards and cafes, and Rome for the ancient history, as seen at the Forum.

The principal means of acquiring an ardent love of Christ are mental prayer, Communion, mortification, retirement.

Most people seem to think I'm the kind of guy who shaves with a blowtorch. Actually I'm bookish and worrisome.

The crisis of our prayer life is that our minds may be filled with ideas of God while our hearts remain far from him.

You cannot police me, so get off my areola

Fail early, fail often, but always fail forward.

Pride is that which claims to be the author of what is really a gift.