Surely you know that if a man can’t be cured of churchgoing, the next best thing is to send him all over the neighbourhood looking for the church that “suits” him until he becomes a taster or connoisseur of churches.
It is easy to acknowledge, but almost impossible to realize for long, that we are mirrors whose brightness, if we are bright, is wholly derived from the sun that shines upon us.
We must lay before him what is in us; not what ought to be in us.
But in reading great literature I become a thousand men and yet remain myself. Like the night sky in the Greek poem, I see with a myriad eyes, but it is still I who see. Here, as in worship, in love, in moral action, and in knowing, I transcend myself; and am never more myself than when I do.
The world does not need more Christian literature. What it needs is more Christians writing good literature.
Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight, At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more, When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death, And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.
I do not think that all who choose wrong roads perish; but their rescue consists in being put back on the right road.
You can begin as if nothing had ever gone wrong. White as snow.
We know nothing of religion here: we only think of Christ.
Heaven is reality itself. All that is fully real is Heavenly. For all that can be shaken will be shaken and only the unshakeable remains.
That thing is Freedom: the gift whereby ye most resemble your Maker and are yourselves part of eternal reality.
Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything.
The most precious gift that marriage gave me was the constant impact of something very close and intimate, yet all the time unmistakably other, resistant – in a word, real.
Grief is like a long valley, a winding valley where any bend may reveal a totally new landscape.
Praise is the mode of love which always has some element of joy in it.
It has actually become very necessary in our time to rebut the theory that every firm and serious friendship is really homosexual.
Good, as it ripens, becomes continually more different not only from evil but from other good.
There is no neutral ground in the universe. Every square inch, every split second is claimed by God, and counterclaimed by Satan.
And men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins.
All that is not eternal is eternally out of date.