About my mother and father, Brother Leo. The two of them have been wrestling inside me for ages. This struggle has lasted my whole life.… They may take on different names—God and Satan, spirit and flesh, good and bad, light and darkness—but they always remain my mother and father. My father cries within me: “Earn money, get rich, use your gold to buy a coat of arms, become a nobleman. Only the rich and the nobility deserve to live in the world. Don’t be good; once good, you’re finished!” …And my mother, her voice trembling within me, says to me softly, fearfully, lest my father hear her: “Be good, dear Francis, and you shall have my blessing. You must love the poor, the humble, the oppressed.” —Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis