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

Praying privately in churches, I began to discover that heaven was my true home and also that it was here and now, woven into this life.

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

I didn't want to be on the losing side. I was fed up with Jewish weakness, timidity and fear. I didn't want any more Jewish sentimentality and Jewish suffering. I was sickened by our sad songs.

It was admitted by the early rabbis that the sectarians could be as full of good works as eggs were full of meat.

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

On the way to work good-hearted young girls sometimes offer me their seats, which I accept and bless them in return, a transaction satisfying to all concerned.