[M]an has been accustomed, ever since he was a boy, to having a dozen incompatible philosophies dancing about together inside his head. He doesn't think of doctrines as primarily "true" or "false," but as "academic" or "practical," "outworn" or "contemporary," "conventional" or "ruthless." Jargon, not argument, is your best ally in keeping him from the Church. Don't waste time trying to make him think that materialism is true! Make him think it is strong or stark or courageous—that it is the philosophy of the future. That's the sort of thing he cares about.

Let's pray that the human race never escapes from Earth to spread its iniquity elsewhere.

There is no neutral ground in the universe. Every square inch, every split second is claimed by God, and counterclaimed by Satan.

To make Christianity a private affair while banishing all privacy is to relegate it to the rainbow's end or the Greek Calends.

For Narnia and for Aslan!

And this is the marvel of marvels; that he called me Beloved.

To every soul, God will look like its first love because He IS its first love. Your place in heaven will seem to be made for you and you alone, because you were made for it - made for it stitch by stitch as a glove is made for a hand.