It is that of an unsatisfied desire which is itself more desirable than any other satisfaction.

The real moon,if you could reach it and survive it, would in a deep and deadly sense be just like anywhere else...no man would find an abiding strangness on the moon unless he were the sort of man who could find it in his own back garden.

Where, except in the present, can the eternal be met?

Getting over a painful experience is much like crossing monkey bars. You have to let go at some point in order to move forward.

Once the feet are put right, all the rest of him will follow.

Gone! And you and I quite crestfallen. It’s always like that, you can’t keep him; it’s not as if he were a tame lion.

The birth of Christ is the central event in the history of the earth-- the very thing the whole story has been about.