The higher animals are in a sense drawn into Man when he loves them and makes them (as he does) much more nearly human than they would otherwise be.

Liking an author may be as involuntary and improbable as falling in love.

The death of a beloved is an amputation.

They stormed and jeered at one another in long meaningless words of about twenty syllables each.

The Church exists for nothing else but to draw men into Christ, to make them little Christs. If they are not doing that, all the cathedrals, clergy, missions, sermons, even the Bible itself, are simply a waste of time. God became Man for no other purpose.

What would really satisfy us would be a God who said of anything we happened to like doing, 'What does it matter so long as they are contented?'

To admire Satan [in Paradise Lost] is to give one's vote not only for a world of misery, but also for a world of lies and propaganda, of wishful thinking, of incessant autobiography.