What I want you to read is the life and death of the son of man, the master of men." "I can't read.

I should only make myself twice as ill.

I won't try." "But I will read to you, if you will let me." "How comes it you are such a theologian?
A woman is not expected to know about that sort of thing." "I am no theologian.

There just comes one of the cases in which those who call themselves his followers do not believe what the Master said: he said God hid these things from the wise and prudent, and revealed them to babes.

I had a father who was child enough to know them, and I was child enough to believe him, and so grew able to understand them for myself.