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?

Whenever you are fed up with life, start writing: ink is the great cure for all human ills, as I have found out long ago.

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

Christian principles are, admittedly, stricter than the others; but then we think you will get help towards obeying them which you will not get towards obeying the others.

It seems to me that we often, almost sulkily, reject the good that God offers us because, at that moment, we expected some other good.

God made us: invented us as a man invents an engine. A car is made to run on petrol, and it would not run properly on anything else. Now God designed the human machine to run on Himself. He Himself is the fuel our spirits were designed to burn, or the food our spirits were designed to feed on. There is no other. That is why it is just no good asking God to make us happy in our own way without bothering about religion. God cannot give us a happiness and peace apart from Himself, because it is not there.

I believe Buddhism to be a simplification of Hinduism and Islam to be a simplification of Xianity.