Perhaps the experience had been so complete that repetition would be vulgarity - like asking to hear the same symphony twice in a day.

Fools!" said the man, stamping his foot with rage. "That is the sort of talk that brought me here, and I'd better have been drowned or never born. Do you hear what I say? This is where dreams — dreams, do you understand — come to life, come real. Not daydreams: dreams.

There have been men before now who got so interested in proving the existence of God that they came to care nothing for God Himself.

Be confident small immortals. You are not the only voice that all things utter, nor is there eternal silence in the places where you cannot come.

You must make your choice: either this man was, and is, the Son of God, or else a madman or something worse. You can shut him up for a fool, you can spit at him and kill him as a demon; or you can fall at his feet and call him Lord and God. But let us not come with any patronizing nonsense about his being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to.

The love of knowledge is a kind of madness.

When golden moments come, when God enables one really to pray without words, who but a fool would reject the gift?