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

I was not allowed a physical lover. Falling in love with Love was the best I could get.

I found that when I did something for the sake of heaven, heaven happened. These things changed my life. I owe them to my encounter with Christianity.

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

I recovered my infant Judaism, but in a reformist version.

Because of my Marxism, I was not into myths or miracles, whether it was the virgin birth, the physical resurrection or casting out demons from an epileptic.

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.