“I feel the life slipping out of me. When the pain comes, I cry out, but there is no prayer in it,… — 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… — Morris L. West Copy Share Image
“One has to abandon altogether the search for security, and reach out to the risk of living with both arms. One has… — 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… — Morris L. West Copy Share Image
“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… — Morris L. West Copy Share Image
“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
