He seemed, indeed, to accept everything without the least condemnation though often grieving bitterly.

I utter what you would not dare think

I have no self-respect. But can a man of acute sensibility respect himself at all?

Learning to love is hard and we pay dearly for it. It takes hard work and a long apprenticeship, for it is not just for a moment that we must learn to love, but forever.

I must have justice, or I will destroy myself. And not justice in some remote and infinite time and space, but here on Earth...I want to see with my own eyes the lamb lie down with the lion and the victim rise up and embrace his murderer. I want to be there when everyone suddenly understands what it has all been about. All the religions of the world are built on this longing, and I am a believer.

The man who has a conscience suffers whilst acknowledging his sin. That is his punishment.

It is not as a child that I believe and confess Jesus Christ. My hosanna is born of a furnace of doubt.