All Hell is smaller than one pebble of your earthly world; but it is smaller than one atom of this world, the Real World.

If naturalism were true then all thoughts whatever would be wholly the result of irrational causes. It cuts its own throat.

The purpose of all opprobrious language is, not to describe, but to hurt - even when, like Hamlet, we make only the shadow-passes of a soliloquised combat. We call the enemy not what we think he is but what we think he would least like to be called.

Reality the iconoclast once more. Heaven will solve our problems, but not, I think, by showing us subtle reconciliations between all our apparently contradictory notions. The notions will all be knocked from under our feet. We shall see that there never was any problem.

I felt in my bones that this universe does not explain itself.

If we accept Heaven we shall not be able to retain even the smallest and most intimate souvenirs of Hell.

God is no fonder of intellectual slackers than He is of any other slacker.