the Divine Nature wounds and perhaps destroys us merely by being what it is.

Fallen man is not simply an imperfect creature who needs improvement: he is a rebel who must lay down his arms.

We cannot fully understand the relations of time and choice until we are beyond both.

One is sometimes glad not to be a great theologian; one might easily mistake it for being a good Christian.

You would not call a man humane for ceasing to set mousetraps if he did so because he believed there were no mice in the house.

In our world," said Eustace, "a star is a huge ball of flaming gas." Even in your world, my son, that is not what a star is, but only what it is made of.

What began the change was the very writing itself. Let no one lightly set about such a work. Memory, once waked, will play the tyrant.