What a cunning mixture of sentiment, pity, tenderness, irony surrounds adolescence, what knowing watchfulness! Young birds on their first flight are hardly so hovered around. – Georges Bernanos
Who are you to condemn anothers sin? He who condemns sin becomes part of it, espouses it. – Georges Bernanos
What does the truth matter? Havent we mothers all given our sons a taste for lies, lies which from the cradle upwards lull them, reassure them, send them to sleep: lies as soft and warm as a breast! – Georges Bernanos
God ordains that beggars should beg for greatness, as for all else, when greatness shines out of them, and they dont know it. – Georges Bernanos