At religious instruction classes, I encountered The Pilgrims Progress by John Bunyan, and the sincerity of the traveller in that book was overwhelming.

In speaking of Jesus, I must speak about Christianity because I do not think it possible or profitable to divide the two.

For a devotee or lover, the being, worshipped or loved, will always be the only one for her or him.

I literally fell among Quakers when I went up to Oxford.

Pious XII was too neutral to mention the gas chambers; decent people like my own family were turned into devils by crude Christianity.

I still go to a Christian priory for retreats.

If a dish doesn't turn out right, change the name and don't bat an eyelid. A fallen souffle is only a risen omelette. It depends on the self-confidence with which you present it.