from the first 100 pages...
"when writing of oneself one should show no mercy. yet why at the first attempt to discover one's own truth does all inner strength seem to melt away in floods of self-pity and rising tears..."
"i dare not say i knew nothing of god when i was twelve years old, because mingled with so many other calls like thunder and rushing water sounding through my poor little head, already i could recognize His voice."
"geologists teach us that the very ground which seems so solid in reality is only a thin film over an ocean of liquid fire forever trembling like the skin on milk about to boil... how far down would one need to dig to rediscover the blue depths?"
"to judge us by what we call our actions is probably as futile as to judge us by our dreams."
some excerpts from georges bernanos diary of a country priest