The proper good of a creature is to surrender itself to its Creator—to enact intellectually, volitionally, and emotionally, that relationship which is given in the mere fact of its being a creature. When it does so, it is good and happy.

You've no idea how good an old joke sounds when you take it out again after a rest of five or six hundred years.

Literature adds to reality, it does not simply describe it.

Each new power won by man is a power over man as well. Each advance leaves him weaker as well as stronger.

When He [God] talks of their losing their selves, He means only abandoning the clamour of self-will; once they have done that, He really gives them back all their personality, and boasts (I am afraid, sincerely) that when they are wholly His they will be more themselves than ever.

There seems no plan because it is all plan.

You cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.