I gave up Christianity at about 14. Came back to it when getting on for 30. Not an emotional conversion; almost purely philosophical. I didn't want to. I'm not in the least a religious type. I want to be let alone, to feel I'm my own master; but since the facts seemed to be just the opposite, I had to give in.

But Pride always means enmity -- it is enmity. And not only enmity between man and man, but enmity to God.

We come to Scripture not to learn a subject but to steep ourselves in a person.

I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, hoever, turns out to be not a state but a process.

The Church exists for nothing else but to draw men into Christ.

If one could run without getting tired I don't think one would often want to do anything else.

And he writhed inside at what seemed the cruelty and unfairness of the demand. He had not yet learned that if you do one good deed your reward usually is to do another and harder and better one.