My argument against God was that the universe seemed so cruel and unjust. But how had I got this idea of just and unjust? A man does not call a line crooked unless he has some idea of a straight line. What was I comparing this universe with when I called it unjust?

I think I am beginning to understand why grief feels like suspense. It comes from the frustration of so many impulses that had become habitual. Thought after thought feeling after feeling action after action had H. for their object. Now their target is gone. I keep on through habit fitting an harrow to the string then I remember and have to lay the bow down. So many roads lead through to H. I set out on one of them. But now there's an impassable frontier-post across it. So many roads once now so many culs de sac.

All possible knowledge, then, depends on the validity of reasoning...Unless human reasoning is valid no science can be true.

God has paid us the intolerable compliment of loving us, in the deepest, most tragic, most inexorable sense.

Is there any possibility of getting the super Welfare State's honey and avoiding the sting?

A man can't be always defending the truth; there must be a time to feed on it.

When the opposite of your prayer occurs, your prayer hasn't been ignored; it's been considered & refused for your ultimate good.