Tuesday, March 20, 2007


Books can speak to us like God, like men or like the noise of the city we live in.

They speak to us like God when they bring us light and peace and fill us with silence. They speak to us like God when we desire never to leave them.

They speak to us like men when we desire to hear them again.

They speak to us like the noise of the city when they hold us captive by a weariness that tells us nothing, gives us no peace, and no support, nothing to remember, and yet will not let us escape.

Books that speak like God speak with too much authority to entertain us.

Those that speak like good men hold us by their human charm; we grow by finding ourselves in them. They teach us to know ourselves better by recognizing ourselves in another.

Books that speak like the noise of the multitudes reduce us to despair by the sheer weight of their emptiness. They entertain us like the lights of the city streets at night, by hopes they cannot fulfil.

Great though books may be, friends though they may be to us, they are no substitute for persons, they are only means of contact with great persons, with men who had more than their own share of humanity, men who were persons for the whole world and not for themselves alone. ...

Christ, the Incarnate Word, is the book of life in whom we read God.

Thoughts in Solitude, pp 62-64


  1. Wow. So true, so powerful. Thanks for posting this.

  2. thanks for your comment, Antony. I'm not surprised that this Merton quote spoke to you! Good luck with the books.


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