Jean Cocteau on God

Victor Hugo was a madman who thought he was Victor Hugo.

A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.

The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.

I, at any rate, am convinced that He does not throw dice.

Albert Einstein1879–1955

Love, while always forgiving of imperfections and mistakes, can never cease to will their removal.

C. S. Lewis1898–1963

• Forgiveness
• Love
• Theology

A man can no more diminish God’s glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word, ‘darkness’ on the walls of his cell.

C. S. Lewis1898–1963