Morris West Quotes

"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 warning against the smugness of inherited faith."

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

I don't like making pacts with tomorrow. I want today — just as it is, good and bad. I feel safe that way. I don't want to face the great perhaps.

miraron. A coro me transmitieron su

If this were not love, then Landon was ignorant indeed. And if love were a folly, then he was content to be a fool.

porque albergaba una ligera esperanza de

Who cares about theology except the theologians? We are necessary, but less important than we think. The Church is Christ — Christ and the people. And all the people want to know is whether or not there is a God, and what is His relation with them, and how they can get back to Him when they stray.

Rossini was gentle with her. "In one way or another,we all have to cope with the essential solitude of being human, whether we're celibate or married."
"If you're a good person, doesn't God fill your loneliness?"
"He fills it, I think, with a divine discontent."

It is sometimes better to be content with a small, sour apple than to eat strange fruits in an alien country.

When friends do business, there is no need of contracts. Unfortunately, there are no friends in business.

To make that long, last donkey-ride between the pikeman and the stake, to hear the shouting and the chant of hypocrites, to be a spectacle for animals in human masks!

Look at him by scale and proportion and you find him on the one hand a minuscule dwarf, in a universe without apparent limits. Measure him by another scale and you find in partial

alegría es un don que se acepta con agradecimiento y sin intentar pagarlo, así como no se intenta pagar la luz del sol ni el canto de los pájaros.

You are not born to peace, my friend. This is the first thing you must accept. You will not come to it, perhaps, till the day you die. Each of us has his own cross, you know, made and fitted to his reluctant shoulders.

We never escape our past. It is mirrored in our present. It repeats itself in our future.