It was over now, and the meaningless world was tolerable and need not be explained. And never would it be, and how foolish I had ever been to think so.

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.

A starving child is a frightful sight. A starving vampire, even worse.

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.

Oh, the lies that I have told myself and others. I knew it yet I didn't know.

We need to stop fighting Christian against Christian. I have no time for anything but trying to love other people. That is a full-time job.

It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colours, a richer resonance to our words.