It is not possible to be incidentally a Christian. The fact of Christianity must be overwhelmingly first or nothing.

Whatever one of us asked the other to do - it was assumed the asker would weigh all the consequences - the other would do. Thus one might wake the other in the night and ask for a cup of water; and the other would peacefully (and sleepily) fetch it. We, in fact, defined courtesy as 'a cup of water in the night'. And we considered it a very great courtesy to ask for the cup as well as to fetch it.

It is not possible to be incidentally a Christian. The fact of Christianity must be overwhelmingly first or nothing.

But Love is the final reality; and anyone who does not understand this, be he writer or sage, is a man flawed in wisdom.

If it's half as good as the half we've known, here's Hail! to the rest of the road.

Art is first a seeing and then a revealing

…though I wouldn’t have admitted it, even to myself, I didn’t want God aboard. He was too heavy. I wanted Him approving from a considerable distance. I didn’t want to be thinking of Him. I wanted to be free—like Gypsy. I wanted life itself, the color and fire and loveliness of life. And Christ now and then, like a loved poem I could read when I wanted to. I didn’t want us to be swallowed up in God. I wanted holidays from the school of Christ.