I've been re-reading The Name of the Rose, the wonderful Italian novel about medieval theology by Umberto Eco, in the elegant translation by William Weaver. I came across the following sentence, which has brightened this Monday for me:
The older I grow and more I abandon myself to God's will, the less I value intelligence that wants to know and will that wants to do; and as the only element of salvation I recognize faith, which can wait patiently, without asking too many questions.
Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose (1980) at 442 (Everyman's Library edition).
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