Joy ought to be expansive; but for the agnostic it must be contracted, it must cling to one corner of the world.

Grief ought to be a concentration; but for the agnostic its desolation is spread through an unthinkable eternity.

This is what I call being born upside down.

The sceptic may truly be said to be topsy-turvy; for his feet are dancing upwards in idle ecstacies, while his brain is in the abyss.

To the modern man the heavens are actually below the earth.