It is not objective proof of God's existence that we want but, whether we use religious language for it or not, the experience of God's presence.

Lord, I believe; help my unbelief' is the best any of us can do really, but thank God it is enough.

And now brothers, I will ask you a terrible question, and God knows I ask it also of myself. Is the truth beyond all truths, beyond the stars, just this: that to live without him is the real death, that to die with him the only life?

There is always the poet, the lunatic, the lover; there is always the religious man who is a queer mixture of the three.

Doubts are the ants in the pants of faith. They keep it awake and moving.

Our father. We have killed him, and we will kill him again, and our world will kill him. And yet he is there. It is he who listens at the door. It is he who is coming. It is our father who is about to be born. Through Jesus Christ our Lord.