If you have a religion it must be cosmic.

But as long as you know you're nobody special, you'll be a very decent sort of Horse, on the whole, and taking one thing with another.

When golden moments come, when God enables one really to pray without words, who but a fool would reject the gift?

Those who have nothing can share nothing; those who are going nowhere can have no fellow-travellers.

God is basic Fact. He must not be thought of as a featureless generality. He is the most concrete thing there is.

A cold, self-righteous prig who goes regularly to church may be far nearer to Hell than a prostitute.

You asked for a loving God: you have one... The consuming fire Himself, the Love that made the worlds, persistent as the artist's love for his work and despotic as a man's love for a dog, provident and venerable as a father's love for a child, jealous, inexorable, exacting as love between the sexes. How this should be, I do not know: it passes reason to explain why any creatures, not to say creatures such as we, should have a value so prodigious in their Creator's eyes.