To the question, "What are you ?" I could only answer, "God knows." And to the question, "What is meant by the Fall ?" I could answer with complete sincerity, "That whatever I am, I am not myself." This is the prime paradox of our religion; something that we have never in any full sense known, is not only better than ourselves, but even more natural to us than ourselves.

And there is really no test of this except the merely experimental one with which these pages began, the test of the padded cell and the open door.

It is only since I have known orthodoxy that I have known mental emancipation.

But, in conclusion, it has one special application to the ultimate idea of joy.
It is said that Paganism is a religion of joy and Christianity of sorrow; it would be just as easy to prove that Paganism is pure sorrow and Christianity pure joy.

Such conflicts mean nothing and lead nowhere.