I think I became a Catholic to annoy my father.

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

Millions of Christians can and do go through life attending church, listening to sermons, reciting the creeds and never confront the seeming contradictions, redaction and myths passed off as verifiable history.

Brain power improves by brain use, just as our bodily strength grows with exercise. And there is no doubt that a large proportion of the female population, from school days to late middle age, now have very complicated lives indeed.

I think I became a Catholic to annoy my father.

We tell ourselves that God is dead, when what we mean is that God is Dad, and we wish him dead.