We Know Well Only What We Are

I Write Whenever It Suits Me. During A Creative Period I Write Every Day; A Novel Should Not Be Interrupted. When I Cease To Be Carried Along, When I No Longer Feel As Though I Were Taking Down Dictation, I Stop.

Doubt Is Nothing But A Trivial Agitation On The Surface Of The Soul, While Deep Down There Is A Calm Certainty.

The Scapegoat Has Always Had The Mysterious Power Of Unleashing Man's Ferocious Pleasure In Torturing, Corrupting, And Befouling.

A Good Critic Is The Sorcerer Who Makes Some Hidden Spring Gush Forth Unexpectedly Under Our Feet.

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 The Desert - It Seems That The Triumphant Host Of Lourdes And The Eucharistic Congresses Of Chicago And Carthage Remains As Unknown, As Secret As When It Appeared For The First Time In A Room In Jerusalem. Light Is In The World As In The Days Of St. John The Baptist, And The World Does Not Know It