I don’t believe in miracles, only unexplained facts.

Each of us can walk only the path he sees at his own feet. Each of us is subject to the consequences of his own belief.

I was lost a long time, without knowing it. Without the Faith, one is free, and that is a pleasant feeling at first. There are no questions of conscience, no constraints, except the constraints of...

I feel the life slipping out of me. When the pain comes, I cry out, but there is no prayer in it, only fear. I kneel and recite my office and the Rosary but the...

If prayer fails I am in a greater darkness yet, not knowing whether I have presumed too much or believed too little.

One solved nothing by waving the commandments like a bludgeon at people’s heads. There was no point in shouting damnation at a man who was already walking himself to hell on his own two feet....

The man who does good in doubt must have so much more merit than one who does it in the bright certainty of belief. “Other sheep I have which are not of this fold…” A...

Other priests, he knew, found an intense pleasure in the raw, salty dialect of peasant conversation. They picked up pearls of wisdom and experience over a farmhouse table or a cup of wine in a...

He had fallen into the error of all liberals: the belief that men are prepared to reform themselves, that good will attracts good will, that truth has leavening virtue of its own.

I believe in saints as I believe in sanctity. I believe in miracles as I believe in God, who can suspend the laws of His own making. But I believe, too, that the hand of...

Look at yourself! You’re a priest. You know damn well that if I were setting out to make a girl at this moment instead of young Paolo, you’d take an entirely different view. You’d disapprove,...

I can’t tell you why God made you the way you are any more than I can tell you why he’s planted a carcinoma in my stomach to make me die painfully while other men...

Even in sin, the act of love -done with love- is shadowed with divinity. Its conformity may be at fault, but its nature is not altered, and its nature is creative, communicative, splendid in surrender....

One has to abandon altogether the search for security, and reach out to the risk of living with both arms. One has to court doubt and darkness as the cost of knowing.