How monotonously alike all the great tyrants and conquerors have been: how gloriously different are the saints.

The human qualities of the raw materials show through. Naivety, error, contradiction, even (as in the cursing Psalms) wickedness are not removed. The total result is not "the Word of God" in the sense that every passage in itself, gives impeccable science or history. It carries the Word of God.

Look for the valleys, the green places, and fly through them. There will always be a way through.

The central miracle asserted by Christians is the incarnation. They say that God became man.

When we are such as He can love without impediment, we shall in fact be happy.

If you picture Time as a straight line along which we have to travel, then you must think of God as the whole page on which the line is drawn.

The heart of Christianity is a myth which is also a fact. The old myth of the Dying God, without ceasing to be a myth, comes down from the heaven of legend and imagination to the earth of history.