Take from the church the miraculous, the supernatural, the incomprehensible, the unreasonable, the impossible, the unknowable, the absurd, and nothing but a vacuum remains.

I admit that reason is a small and feeble flame, a flickering torch by stumblers carried in the star-less night, - blown and flared by passion's storm, - and yet, it is the only light. Extinguish that, and nought remains.

The good part of Christmas is not always Christian -- it is generally Pagan; that is to say, human, natural.

Our hope of immortality does not come from any religions, but nearly all religions come from that hope.

Happiness is not a reward - it is a consequence. Suffering is not a punishment - it is a result.

Hope is the consolation of the world.

I cannot see why we should expect an infinite God to do better in another world than he does in this.