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One Of The Peculiar Sins Of The Twentieth Century Which We've Developed To A Very High Level Is The Sin Of Credulity. It Has Been Said That When Human Beings Stop Believing In God They Believe In Nothing. The Truth Is Much Worse: They Believe In Anything.

Like A Prisoner Awaiting His Release, Like A Schoolboy When The End Of Term Is Near, Like A Migrant Bird Ready To Fly South ... I Long To Be Gone.

Marx And Freud Are The Two Great Destroyers Of Christian Civilization, The First Replacing The Gospel Of Love By The Gospel Of Hate, The Other Undermining The Essential Concept Of Human Responsibility.

The Greatest Artists, Saints, Philosophers, And, Until Quite Recent Times, Scientists... Have All Assumed That The New Testament Promise Of Eternal Life Is Valid.... I'd Rather Be Wrong With Dante And Shakespeare And Milton, With Augustine Of Hippo And Francis Of Assisi, With Dr. Johnson, Blake, And Dostoevsky Than Right With Voltaire, Rousseau, The Huxleys, Herbert Spencer, H. G. Wells, And Bernard Shaw.

The First Thing I Remember About The World And I Pray That It May Be The Last Is That I Was A Stranger In It. This Feeling, Which Everyone Has In Some Degree, And Which Is, At Once, The Glory And Desolation Of Homo Sapiens , Provides The Only Thread Of Consistency That I Can Detect In My Life.