All Religious Conflict, Summed Up in 2 Lines of Dialogue

After a long spate of nonfiction or mainstream lit, I decided to treat myself to a sci-fi novel for the holidays. I'm in the middle of A Canticle for Leibowitz, written in 1959 about a post-apocalyptic America, and just came across this exchange between a priest and a Jewish hermit named Benjamin that seems to reveal the simplicity underlying all religious conflict:

The priest shrugged... "We might tell different versions of it, and disagree violently in words about what we mean in words by something that isn't really meant in words at all – since it's something that's meant in the dead silence of a heart."

Benjamin chuckled. "Well I'm glad to hear you admit it, finally, even if all you say is that you've never really said anything."