I Think It [religion] Is An Art,

Prayer's A Very Tricky Business.

Walking Down Belmotte Was The Oddest Sensation-- Every Step Took Us Deeper Into The Mist Until At Last It Closed Over Our Heads. It Was Like Being Drowned In The Ghost Of Water.

A Loss Of Sensibility Follows A Loss Of Innocence, At Once A Penalty And A Compensation.

If You Love People, You Take Them On Trust.

Perhaps What You Call Conventionality, I Call Decency.