Because I show you my pain, I do not of necessity love you.

I am certain a great many believers and bible readers do believe in social justice.

Sleep is your friend. Dreams are your unwelcome guests.

No matter how long we exist, we have our memories. Points in time which time itself cannot erase. Suffering may distort my backward glances, but even to suffering, some memories will yield nothing of their beauty or their splendor. Rather they remain as hard as gems.

I had many wonderful experiences, received beautiful letters, and my Christian books received substantive and thoughtful reviews. But there was always argument, dispute, questions as to what I "really" believed, lectures from here and there on "the real truth," etc.

And he would listen, making only a few comments, always sympathetic, so that when I left him I had the distinct impression he had solved everything for me.

Amazing what the British do with language; the nuances of politeness. The world's great diplomats, surely.