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

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

For some years I deserted religion in favour of Marxism. The republic of goodness seemed more attainable than the Kingdom of God.

Jews are just like everyone else, only more so.

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

Old friends die on you, and they're irreplaceable. You become dependent.

I was not comfortable worshipping another Jew.