You don't have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body.

The Christian and the Materialist hold different beliefs about the universe. They can't both be right. The one who is wrong will act in a way which simply doesn't fit the real universe. Consequently, with the best will in the world, he will be helping his fellow creatures to their destruction.

It's like the sound of a chuckle in the darkness. The sense that some shattering and disarming simplicity is the real answer.

If you have really handed yourself over to Him, it must follow that you are trying to obey Him. But trying in a new way, a less worried way.

All day I have been tossed and whirled in a preposterous happiness; was it an elf in the blood? Or a bird in the brain? Or even part of the cloudily crested, fifty-league-long, loud, uplifted wave of a journeying angels transit over and through my heart?

If no set of moral ideas were truer or better than any other, there would be no sense in preferring civilised morality to savage morality.

Miracles do not, in fact, break the laws of nature.