I have often repented of speech but hardly ever of silence.

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

In God you come up against something which is in every respect immeasurably superior to yourself. Unless you know God as that-and, therefore, know yourself as nothing in comparison-you do not know God at all.

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing. At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, hard to want to take it in. It is so uninteresting. Yet I want the others to be about me. I dread the moments when the house is empty. If only they would talk to one another and not to me.

It may well be that by trickery of priests men have sometimes taken a mortal's voice for a god's. But it will not work the other way. No one who hears a god's voice takes it for a man's.

Forgiving and being forgiven are two names for the same thing. The important thing is that a discord has been resolved.

For you will certainly carry out God's purpose, however you act, but it makes a difference to you whether you serve like Judas or like John.