And so take away his work, which was his life [. . .] and all his glory and his great deeds? Make a child and a dotard of him? Keep him to myself at that cost? Make him so mine that he was no longer his?

All day I have been tossed and whirled in a preposterous happiness; was it an elf in the blood? Or a bird in the brain? Or even part of the cloudily crested, fifty-league-long, loud, uplifted wave of a journeying angels transit over and through my heart?

Atheism turns out to be too simple. If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning.

Come, live with me and you'll know me.

The central miracle asserted by Christians is the incarnation. They say that God became man.

If you thirst you may drink.

It matters enormously if I alienate anyone from the truth.