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Don Camillo and His Flock QUOTES

Don Camillo and His Flock QUOTES

1 " Don Camillo, what do you mean by “idea”?’ ‘As a poor country priest, all I can say is that ideas are lamps shining through the night of human ignorance and lighting up some new aspect of the greatness of the Creator.’ Jesus smiled. ‘Poor country priest,’ he said, ‘you’re not so far from right. Once a hundred men were shut into an enormous dark room, each one of them with an unlit lamp. One of them managed to light his lamp, and so they all could see one another and get to know one another. As the rest lit their lamps, more and more of the objects around them came into view, until finally everything in the room stood out as good and beautiful. Now, follow me closely, Don Camillo: there were a hundred lamps, but only one idea; yet it took the light of all the lamps to reveal the details of everything in the room. Every flame was the hundredth part of one great idea, one great light, the idea of the existence and eternal greatness of the Creator. It was as if a man had broken a statuette into a hundred pieces and given one piece to each of a hundred men. The hundred men groped for one another and tried to fit the fragments together, making thousands of misshapen figures until at last they joined them properly. I repeat, Don Camillo, that every man lit his own lamp and the light of the hundred lamps together was Truth and Revelation. This should have satisfied them. But each man thought that the beauty of the objects he saw around him was due to the light of his own lamp, which had brought them out of the darkness. Some men stopped to worship their own lamps, and others wandered off in various directions, until the great light was broken up into a hundred flames, each one of which could illuminate only a fraction of the truth. And so you see, Don Camillo, the hundred lamps must come together again in order to find the true light. Today men wander mistrustfully about, each one in the light of his own lamp, with an area of melancholy darkness all around him, clinging to the slightest detail of whatever object he can illuminate by himself. And so I say that ideas do not exist; there is only one Idea, one Truth with a hundred facets. Ideas are neither finite nor finished, because there is only this one and eternal Idea. But men must join their fellows again like those in the enormous room. "

― Giovannino Guareschi , Don Camillo and His Flock

2 " When God gives you an inch, don't take a mile. "

― Giovannino Guareschi , Don Camillo and His Flock

3 " Peppone stava domando una grossa sbarra di ferro che doveva diventare qualche pezzo complicato di un cancello e, ogni tanto, provava il martello sull’incudine e l’incudine cantava. A Peppone piaceva molto battere il ferro. Battere il ferro rende meno che trafficare attorno ai motori: però dà allegria. Mettere a posto un motore di trattrice o d’automobile è come cercare l’errore che impedisce a un’operazione aritmetica di funzionare: l’uomo si mette al servizio della logica inflessibile della macchina ed è una faccenda umiliante. Cavar fuori a martellate qualcosa da una spranga di ferro è imporre la propria volontà alla materia. Metallo è quello di un motore e metallo è quello di un cancello: ma nel primo caso chi comanda è il metallo, nel secondo chi comanda è l’uomo. "

― Giovannino Guareschi , Don Camillo and His Flock