What draws people to be friends is that they see the same truth. They share it.

There was nothing medieval people liked better, or did better, than sorting out and tidying up. Of all our modern inventions I suspect that they would most have admired the card index.

There comes a moment when people who have been dabbling in religion ('man's search for God'!) suddenly draw back. Supposing we really found Him? We never meant it to come to that! Worse still, supposing He had found us?

It now seemed to me that all my other guesses had been only self-pleasing dreams spun out of my wishes, but now I was awake.

When you invite a middle-aged moralist to address you, I suppose I must conclude that you have a taste for middle-aged moralizing.

The unhistorical are usually, without knowing it, enslaved to a fairly recent past.

We regard God as an airman regards his parachute; it's there for emergencies but he hopes he'll never have to use it.