miraron. A coro me transmitieron su - Morris West

I wonder how it will read five hundred years from now? — To make a man confess a loving God you burn him!

No man — prince, peasant, pope, — has all the light, who says else is a mountebank. I claim no private lien on truth, only a liberty to seek it, prove it in debate, and to be wrong a thousand times to reach a single rightness. It is that liberty they fear. They want us to be driven to God like sheep, not running to him like lovers, shouting joy!"

The truth ? the truth my dear Ashely is a luxury available only to those who are not involved in its consequences