Nothing can be more painful than the cry of the word which gave us the inspiration to dream of love.

Even the snow melts, let alone the frugal regards of a soul confident in its own eternity.

The world of an animal is reduced to its perimeter. Human world is reduced to its perimeter, but does the world of God have perimeters? If it does then it is not infinite, but if...

Who can say that he is not everything?

The well of your soul will not experience the drought until in front of her will appear the moment of eternity to drink from the water of death.

Do not expect peace with the enemy whose worth you do not recognize.

Being is the greatest paradox of life in front of death.

O Lord, I am further away from me than from You!

Does anybody know which are the thoughts of God, even if they are plants, mountains, sky, stars or whatever else?

The Epistle of our being is written with letters full of blood drained from the love of God’s Word.

Where do we people go if not towards the perfection of our own illusion?