No one who had once learned to identify happiness with wealth ever felt that he had wealth enough.

Anyone who studies our poisonous drugs, our denatured food, our deathtrap automobiles and houses, our lung-rotting cities, must concede that we accept a good deal of murder as inevitable simply because it is done to make or save money.

What war did for him (hasten disillusionment with communism), childbirth did for me. I began to notice what neglected, neurotic waifs the children of Communists were and to question the genuineness of the love of mankind that didn't begin at home.

I became a communist because later on I was going to become a Christian.

I changed. I have been turning into a different person since that half-minute.

I had no knowledge of divine help, and all the world lost faith in gradual progress.

Being a fool for God was not merely alright but liberating.

I suppose it's unfair, tricks of argument that leave wounds, but with this sort of thing that (C.S.) Lewis does, what I feel is a craftsman's joy at the sight of a superior performance.

We sucked in atheism with our canned milk.