One symptom of his (Hitler) being strangely at variance with reality, or the nature of things,was his gift for wearing inappropriate of ludicrous clothing...When he was supposed to be starting a militaristic revolution he was wearing evening dress and an ill-fitting black tailcoat...and his army medals.

I don't think you can tell the objective truth about a person. That's why people write novels.

History does not eliminate grievances. It lays them down like landmines.

Watching a whole cluster of friends, and my own mother, die over quite a short space of time convinced me that purely materialist 'explanations' for our mysterious human existence simply won't do - on an intellectual level.

I very much dislike the intolerance and moralism of many Christians, and feel more sympathy with Honest Doubters than with them.

It is remarkable how easily children and grown-ups adapt to living in a dictatorship organised by lunatics.

My belief has come about in large measure because of the lives and examples of people I have known - not the famous, not saints, but friends and relations who have lived, and faced death, in the light of the Resurrection story, or in the quiet acceptance that they have a future after they die.