No man can be an exile if he remembers that all the world is one city.
And I say also this. I do not think the forest would be so bright, nor the water so warm, nor love so sweet, if there were no danger in the lakes.
Badness is only spoiled goodness.
The cross comes before the crown and tomorrow is a Monday morning!
Satan always sends error into the world in pairs that are opposites. His great hope is that you will get so upset about one of his errors, that you’ll react into the opposite one, and he’s got you.
A man who has lived in many places is not likely to be deceived by the local errors of his native village; the scholar has lived in many times and is therefore in some degree immune from the great cataract of nonsense that pours from the press and the microphone of his own age.
Every disability conceals a vocation, if only we can find it, which will ’turn the necessity to glorious gain.
Your patient has become humble; have you drawn his attention to the fact? All virtues are less formidable to us once the man is aware that he has them, but this is specially true of humility.
For most of us the prayer in Gethsemane is the only model. Removing mountains can wait.
Adventures are never fun while you’re having them.
Mercy detached from justice grows unmerciful.
Perhaps your own reiterated cries deafen you to the voice you hoped to hear.
Our experience is coloured through and through by books and plays and the cinema, and it takes patience and skill to disentangle the things we have really learned from life for ourselves.
No natural feelings are high or low, holy or unholy, in themselves. They are all holy when God’s hand is on the rein. They all go bad when they set up on their own and make themselves into false gods.
It is a happy moment when our desire crosses with the will of Heavenly Father.
And so for a time it looked as if all the adventures were coming to and end; but that was not to be.
Love, in its own nature, demands the perfecting of the beloved.
Falling in love is something that happens to us, being is love is something we do. No passion is self preservatory.
Most of us, I suppose, have a secret country but for most of us it is only an imaginary country. Edmund and Lucy were luckier than other people in that respect.
There is no other day. All days are present now. This moment contains all moments.