This was bad grammar of course, but that is how beavers talk when they are excited; I mean, in Narnia--in our world they usually don't talk at all. - The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe

We have a strange illusion that mere time cancels sin.

God made us: invented us as a man invents an engine. A car is made to run on petrol, and it would not run properly on anything else. Now God designed the human machine to run on Himself. He Himself is the fuel our spirits were designed to burn, or the food our spirits were designed to feed on. There is no other. That is why it is just no good asking God to make us happy in our own way without bothering about religion. God cannot give us a happiness and peace apart from Himself, because it is not there.

The Christians who did most for the present world were precisely those who thought most of the next.

Poetry too is a little incarnation, giving body to what had been before invisible and inaudible.

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

Earthly pleasures were never meant to satisfy.