Montefiore's impression of Jesus was wrong. Jesus loved the Pharisees, although He denounced them publicly. And I love the Communists, as well as their tools in the Church, although I denounce them.

A faith that can be destroyed by suffering is not faith.

Consider as sin any minute of life spent on something other than saving souls for eternity from this world doomed to destruction.

A man really believes not what he recites in his creed, but only the things he is ready to die for.

I have found truly jubilant Christians only in the Bible, in the Underground Church and in prison.

Not all of us are called to die a martyr’s death, but all of us are called to have the same spirit of self-sacrifice and love to the very end as these martyrs had.

A flower, if you bruise it under your feet, rewards you by giving you its perfume.

God will judge us not according to how much we endured, but how much we could love

The human heart by nature seeks after God. There is a spiritual vacuum in every man until it is filled by Christ.

God is the Truth. The Bible is the truth about the Truth. Theology is the truth about the truth about the Truth.

If a Christian really believed that his neighbor will be tortured in all eternity in Hell, he should try day and night to persuade him to repent and believe. How sad that this doesn't happen.

Nothing is permanent. The only thing any of us have in common is the inevitable.

But it's only when we allow ourselves to get lost that we can have the opportunity to find and be found.

How little we really know about the life all around us. Would we be so cavalier and ruthless with it if we understood it better?

Because nothing between human beings is uncomplicated and there's no way to speak of human beings without simplifying and misrepresenting them.

With astonishing wonder, I have seen the magic of life, the power of thoughts, and the beauty of imagination.

I'm financially ugly.

I'm such a grandma. I don't tweet; I don't have a Facebook page.

In this metropolis a number of lurking leeches infamously gain subsistence by practicing on the credulity of women.

No poem is worth anything unless it starts from a poetic trance, out of which you can be wakened by interruption as from a dream. In fact, it is the same thing.

My name will be written in fiery letters on the Champs Elysees.