Good beats upon the damned incessantly as sound waves beat on the ears of the deaf, but they cannot receive it. Their fists are clenched, their teeth are clenched, their eyes fast shut. First they will not, in the end they cannot, open their hands for gifts, or their mouth for food, or their eyes to see.

All is summed up in the prayer which a young female human is said to have uttered recently: "O God, make me a normal twentieth-century girl!" Thanks to our labors, this will mean increasingly: "Make me a minx, a moron, and a parasite.

The central Christian belief is that Christ's death has somehow put us right with God and given us a fresh start.

All men alike stand condemned, not by alien codes of ethics, but by their own, and all men therefore are conscious of guilt.

Dearest Daughter. I knew you would not be long in coming to me. Joy shall be yours.

Every sin is the distortion of an energy breathed into us.

God cannot give us a happiness and peace apart from Himself, because it is not there. There is no such thing.