“ God cuts out our path, makes a groove in the clay with His finger, and we poor blind ants slide down into it. Maria McCann
“ Violent love eats up what it does love, and it is mere appetite. I scribbled on the bottom of this before sending it back: I would sooner cut my own flesh than do you a hurt. You should not have tried… Maria McCann
“ How did men make themselves loved, I wondered. I had passed all my life with men who were loved but I seemed never to have learnt the lesson. Maria McCann
“ Whatever makes a man a beast also renders him pitiable. But it behoves us to be wary of these bestial men despite our compassion, for they frequently turn on their friends. Maria McCann
“ I mean that repeated offences, even when they secure forgiveness, drive out love. And from that I came to say that one may compel obedience but never love. Maria McCann
“ Behold,' said the Voice, 'earthly beauty. It is nothing but seeming, for to the uninstructed eye the world appears fruitful and sweet, yet in it is nothing but a pile of skulls, showing where others w… Maria McCann
