Many a man, brought up in the glib profession of some shallow form of Christianity, who comes through reading Astronomy to realize for the first time how majestically indifferent most reality is to man, and who perhaps abandons his religion on that account, may at that moment be having his first genuinely religious experience.

We hear a great deal about the rudeness of the rising generation. I am an oldster myself and might be expected to take the oldsters' side, but in fact I have been far more impressed by the bad manners of parents to children than by those of children to parents.

It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak.

Atheists express their rage against God although in their view He does not exist.

It is only our bad temper that we put down to being tired or worried or hungry; we put our good temper down to ourselves.

I didn’t go to religion to make me happy. I always knew a bottle of Port would do that. If you want a religion to make you feel really comfortable, I certainly don’t recommend Christianity.

I find that when I think I am asking God to forgive me I am often in reality. . . asking Him not to forgive me but to excuse me.