Death opens a door out of a little, dark room (that's all the life we have known before it) into a great, real place where the true sun shines and we shall meet.

I expect you have seen someone put a a lighted match to a bit of newspaper which is propped up in a grate against an unlit fire. And for a second nothing seems to have happened; and then you notice a tiny steak of flame creeping along the edged of the newspaper. It was like that now.

The Son of God became a man to enable men to become sons of God." ~ Mere Christianity, By C. S. Lewis

He liked books if they were books of information and had pictures of grain elevators or of fat foreign children doing exercises in model schools.

In justifying cruelty to animals we put ourselves also on the animal level. We choose the jungle and must abide by our choice.

There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal.

So many things--nay every real thing--is good if only it will be humble and ordinate.