In all secular literature it has been so difficult to portray the good man, the saint, that Don Quixote is made a fool and Prince Myshkin an epileptic, in order to arouse the sympathy of the reader, appalled by unrelieved goodness. There are, of course, the lives of the saints, but they are too often written as though they were not in this world. We have seldom been given the saints as they really were, as they affected the lives of their times — unless it is in their own writings. But instead of that strong meat we are too generally given the pap of hagiography.
Too little has been stressed the idea that all are called.
Dorothy Day, in Dorothy Day, Selected Writings, 216.