You and I who still enjoy fairy tales have less reason to wish actual childhood back. We have kept its pleasures and added some grown-up ones as well.

The real test of being in the presence of God is, that you either forget about yourself altogether or see yourself as a small, dirty object.

I wish I were younger. What inclines me now to think you may be right in regarding [evolution] as the central and radical lie in the whole web of falsehood that now governs our lives is not so much your arguments against it as the fanatical and twisted attitudes of its defenders.

Don't think of God in terms of forms, because forms are limited and God is unlimited.

A universe whose only claim to be believed in rests on the validity of inference must not start telling us the inference is invalid.

You can't see anything properly while your eyes are blurred with tears.

Relying on God has to begin all over again every day as if nothing had yet been done.