A cemetery saddens us because it is the only place of the world in which we do not meet our dead again. — Francois Mauriac Copy Share Image
It seems that, after nineteen centuries of extraordinary glorification, the small Host for which so many cathedrals have sprung up, the small Host that has rested in millions of breasts and that has found a tabernacle and worshippers even in… — Francois Mauriac Copy Share Image
A good critic is the sorcerer who makes some hidden spring gush forth unexpectedly under our feet. — Francois Mauriac Copy Share Image
“The really pure in heart know nothing of what goes on around them each day, each night; never realize what poisonous weeds spring up… — François Mauriac Copy Share Image
The Eucharist engages us unreservedly; it is a pact of love, an alliance signed in the deeper recesses of our being. All our potentialities… — Francois Mauriac Copy Share Image
A cemetery saddens us because it is the only place of the world in which we do not meet our dead again. — Francois Mauriac Copy Share Image
Men resemble great deserted palaces: the owner occupies only a few rooms and has closed-off wings where he never ventures. — Francois Mauriac Copy Share Image
Did you ever have a conversation with someone who misunderstood everything you had to say? It's exhausting, and the ironic part is that the… — Francois Mauriac Copy Share Image
“We are, all of us, molded and re-molded by those who have loved us, and though that love may pass, we remain nonetheless their… — François Mauriac Copy Share Image
I believe that only poetry counts ... A great novelist is first of all a great poet. — Francois Mauriac Copy Share Image
If the flame inside you goes out, the souls that are next to you will die of cold. — Francois Mauriac Copy Share Image
