Quotes by : Maria McCann

Whatever makes a man a beast also renders him pitiable. But it behoves us to be wary of these bestial....

Behold,' said the Voice, 'earthly beauty. It is nothing but seeming, for to the uninstructed eye the....

I dig and plough at your command,' I replied, 'but you will not tell me how to shit.

I mean that repeated offences, even when they secure forgiveness, drive out love. And from that I came....

God cuts out our path, makes a groove in the clay with His finger, and we poor blind ants slide down....

How did men make themselves loved, I wondered. I had passed all my life with men who were loved but I....

Violent love eats up what it does love, and it is mere appetite. I scribbled on the bottom of this before....