Though I loved the Church in which I was born and baptized, I could not live with her in peace. It took me a long time to understand that a community of believers is never peaceful. It is always quarrelsome and abrasive. Even the disciples of our Lord quarreled among themselves. The peace of the comforting Spirit comes strangely and quietly, like the first wonders of childhood: hold a shell to your ear and you will hear the murmurs of all the oceans of the world.
— Morris West, A View from the Ridge