Reflective extracts from The Clowns of God

Here are some reflective (and some amusing) extracts from the novel, The Clowns of God by Morris West, that I'm reading these days.

When walking along the corridor of authority it is very easy to forget that Christ was a wandering prophet who slept in caves, and Peter was a fisherman from a lakeshide in Galilee, and John the Precursor was murdered in a prison cell. (Jean Marie Barrette to Carl Mendelius p. 109)

You cannot wrestle with God. He is too large an adversary ... You cannot manage His universe either, only the small garden he has given you. Enjoy it while you can... (Abbot to Carl Mendelius p. 121)

This is my favourite one, atleast so far!:
There is no place anymore for wandering saints... most people prefer a simple religion. You make your offering in the temple and carry away salvation in a package. (Cardinal Drexel to Carl p. 123)

If God chooses to borrow my vagrant voice, he will find the words for me to use. (Jean Marie Barrette to Card. Drexel p. 204)

...enough light to see a divine sense in this mad world. Enough faith to follow the light... and some love to make the darkness tolerable. (JMB to Card. Drexel p. 204)

You were made for better company, old friend. I was born under a falling star. (JMB to Card. Drexel p. 205)

more, as and when I read...