…I am a believer; my faith is merely my spiritual need. I will not call myself a Catholic, oh, no, I won’t. I don’t go to church, I don’t practice faith, but I sense a powerful world of spirit, in a constant fight with the world of matter. I do not fear hell, but I am afraid of going to church, so I don’t come to hate my faith. As for offending God, when my mother died suddenly, when my brother died leaving behind two small kids and with them an irresponsible, ruthless wife, my despair pushed me to argue with God, calling Him a merciless tyrant; I denounced, cursed, and derided Him. Kenar’s death affected me similarly, but I never raised my chisel to insult my God.

Antoni Rząsa