Georges Bernanos
The first half of the twentieth century in France produced a literature marked by urgent moral and spiritual questioning, as writers turned to fiction, polemic, and essay alike to reckon with an era of sustained upheaval. Georges Bernanos was born on 20 February 1888 in the 9th arrondissement of Paris, and his writing life belonged entirely to that restless period.
A French citizen who worked in the French language, Bernanos pursued several related vocations: he was a novelist, essayist, journalist, and librettist. His notable works include The Diary of a Country Priest, Mouchette, and Joy — novels that place ordinary and suffering figures at the center of their narratives and hold that center with considerable seriousness. Where some writers of the era addressed its pressures through formal experiment or political abstraction, Bernanos worked through fiction and polemic, bringing to both a sustained moral weight.
His fiction drew significant critical recognition during his lifetime. He received the Prix Femina and the Grand Prix du roman de l'Académie française, two of the more consequential literary honors available in France, affirming the seriousness with which his work was regarded by his contemporaries. That a novelist working with austere settings and figures on the margins of society should earn such distinction speaks to the reception his prose commanded.
Bernanos died on 5 July 1948 in Neuilly-sur-Seine, sixty years after his birth in the French capital. His critical standing was further confirmed when he received the Grand Prize for the Best Novels of the Half-Century, a retrospective honor that placed his fiction among the most regarded French prose of the period he had written through.
Quotes by Georges Bernanos
Georges Bernanos's insights on:

The modern state no longer has anything but rights; it does not recognize duties anymore.

Democracies cannot dispense with hypocrisy any more than dictatorships can with cynicism.

It's a fine thing to rise above pride, but you must have pride in order to do so

More often than not, nothingness is reluctantly and despairingly taken to be the only hypothesis possible when all the others have failed, since by definition it cannot be disproven and is beyond the scope of reason.

Lust is a mysterious wound in the side of humanity; or rather, at the very source of its life! To confound this lust in man with t hat desire which unites the sexes is like confusing a tumor with the very organ which it devours, a tumor whose very deformity horribly reproduces the shape.

Faith is not a thing which one 'loses', we merely cease to shape our lives by it.

I realize now that friendship can break out between two people, with that sudden violence which is only attributed to the revelation of love.

I don’t think we can ever learn much from ultra-sensitive, shifty faces, skilled in disguise, that hide themselves in lust, as beasts hide to die.

The work God carries out in us,′ he said after a short pause, ‘is not often what we expect. A great deal of the time the Holy Spirit seems to be working backward in us and wasting time. If a lump of iron could form an idea of the file that’s slowly rough-shaping it, how furious it would be! Yet that’s how God shapes us. Certain saints’ lives seem horribly monotonous and desolate.
