If Christianity was something we were making up, of course we could make it easier. But it is not.

I know now, Lord, why you utter no answer. You are yourself the answer. Before your face questions die away. What other answer would suffice?

Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.

What you see and what you hear depends a great deal on where you are standing. It also depends on what sort of person you are.

The beauty of life, is that you don't have to be modernly beautiful to live it.

But length of days with an evil heart is only length of misery and already she begins to know it. All get what they want; they do not always like it.

What flows into you from myth is not truth but reality (truth is always about something, but reality is that about which truth is), and therefore, every myth becomes the father of innumerable truths on the abstract level.