Quotes from Peter De Vries

I've had lots of troubles in my life, but most of 'em never happened.

They never understood his ministry, the meaning of his life: that he had come to call, not sinners, but the righteous to repentance

It is the final proof of God's omnipotence that he need not exist in order to save us,

Dead drunk and cold-sober, he wandered out into the garden in the cool of the evening, awaiting the coming of the Lord.

Could any of these things be happening because they're fallen women?' I asked, drawing on another of the cliches we were given like a quiverful of arrows with which to face a life cursed by sin. Doc sat a moment with his hand on the door handle before getting out. 'Well now, it's interesting that you ask. I had a woman recently who fell, not just one flight of stairs, but two. She had a baby as perfect as a pool ball.

I am not impressed by big words,' said my uncle, who was always ready enough to bandy 'predestination' and 'infralapsarianism.

While I was now fairly demoralized, as well as aflame with the prospect of an hour in his daughter's arms, the thought of using his car to debauch his bourgeois paradise was a perfidy at which I drew the line.

There is a point when life, having showered us with jewels for nothing, begins to exact our life's blood for paste.

La búsqueda de sentido está condenada al fracaso de antemano porque la vida no tiene "sentido", pero eso no significa que no valga la pena vivirla.

no era tanto su lógica aplastante como su fe frustrada: no podía perdonarle a Dios que no existiera.

Every novel should have a beginning, a middle, and an end.

Romantic ardor is in basic principle Lethean. Its purpose is temporarily to blind us to one another; make us forget the low esteem in which we really hold one another, and in which we quite deserve to be held; the anesthetic administered to reason without which the race would not go on.

One is not entitled to contempt for something to which one is not equal.

Nothing is more natural, of course, than that extreme environments produce their opposites.

Restlessness is the curse of our time. Put down roots, belong.

Progress doubles our tenure in a vale of tears.