No Christian and, indeed, no historian could accept the epigram which defines religion as 'what a man does with his solitude.'

We are not merely imperfect creatures who must be improved; we are rebels who must lay down our arms.

Strictly speaking, there are no such things as good and bad impulses. Think...of a piano. It has not got two kinds of notes on it, the 'right' notes and the 'wrong' ones. Every single note is right at one time and wrong at another. The Moral Law is not any one instinct or set of instincts: it is something which makes a kind of tune (the tune we call goodness or right conduct) by directing the instincts.

You know what this is, I suppose. Religious melancholia. Stop while there is time. If you dive, you dive into insanity.

Many things have gone wrong with the world that God made and... God insists, and insists very loudly, on our putting them right again

The world is so much larger than I thought. I thought we went along paths--but it seems there are no paths. The going itself is the path.

the Divine Nature wounds and perhaps destroys us merely by being what it is.