Literary experience heals the wound, without undermining the privilege, of individuality.

You can't get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.

The world is so much larger than I thought. I thought we went along paths--but it seems there are no paths. The going itself is the path.

I read in a periodical the other day that the fundamental thing is how we think of God. By God Himself, it is not! How God thinks of us is not only more important, but infinitely more important.

I am perfectly convinced that whatever the gospels are they are not legends. I have read a great deal of legend and I am quite clear they are not that sort of thing....Christ bent down and scribbled in the dust with His finger. Nothing comes of this. No one has based any doctrine on it. And the act of inventing little irrelevant details to make an imaginary scene more convincing is purely a modern art.

...this new idea of cure instead of punishment, so humane in seeming, had in fact deprived the criminal of all rights and by taking away the name Punishment made the thing infinite.

If conversion makes no improvements in a man's outward actions then I think his 'conversion' was largely imaginary.