“I believe in saints as I believe in sanctity. I believe in miracles as I believe in God, who can suspend the laws of His own making. But I believe, too, that the hand of God writes plainly and simply,… — Morris L. West Copy Share Image
“If prayer fails I am in a greater darkness yet, not knowing whether I have presumed too much or believed too little.” — Morris L. West Copy Share Image
“I was lost a long time, without knowing it. Without the Faith, one is free, and that is a pleasant feeling at first. There are no questions of conscience, no constraints, except the constraints of custom, convention and the law, and these are flexible enough for most purposes. It is only later that terror comes. One is free - but… — Morris L. West Copy Share
“One solved nothing by waving the commandments like a bludgeon at people's heads. There was no point in shouting damnation at a man who was already walking himself to hell on his own two feet. One had to pray for the Grace of God and then go probing like a good psychologist for the fear that might condition him to… — Morris L. West Copy Share
“I believe in saints as I believe in sanctity. I believe in miracles as I believe in God, who can suspend the laws of… — Morris L. West Copy Share Image
“The man who does good in doubt must have so much more merit than one who does it in the bright certainty of belief.… — Morris L. West Copy Share Image
“I can't tell you why God made you the way you are any more than I can tell you why he's planted a carcinoma… — Morris L. West Copy Share Image
“He spoke a kind of ecclesiastical jargon; a debased rhetoric that explained nothing but brought the truth into disrepute. It begged all the questions… — Morris L. West Copy Share Image
“Each of us can walk only the path he sees at his own feet. Each of us is subject to the consequences of his… — Morris L. West Copy Share Image
“Look at yourself! You're a priest. You know damn well that if I were setting out to make a girl at this moment instead… — Morris L. West Copy Share Image
“I feel the life slipping out of me. When the pain comes, I cry out, but there is no prayer in it, only fear.… — Morris L. West Copy Share Image
“We are ants on the carcass of the world, spawned out of nothing, going busily nowhere. One of us dies, the others crawl over… — Morris L. West Copy Share Image
