All the delights of sense, or heart, or intellect, with which you could once have tempted him, even the delights of virtue itself, now seem to him in comparison but as the half nauseous attractions of a raddled harlot would seem to a man who hears that his true beloved whom he has loved all his life and whom he had believed to be dead is alive and even now at his door.

The New Testament does not envisage solitary religion; regular assembly for worship is everywhere in the epistles.

Any amount of theology can now be smuggled into people's minds under the cover of fiction without their knowing it.

For prayer is request. The essence of request, as distinct from compulsion, is that it may or may not be granted.

In the truest sense, Christian pilgrims have the best of both worlds. We have joy whenever this world reminds us of the next, and we take solace whenever it does not.

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 central Christian belief is that Christ's death has somehow put us right with God and given us a fresh start. Theories as to how it did this are another matter. A good many different theories have been held as to how it works; what all Christians are agreed on is that it does work.