I dread specialists in power because they are specialists speaking outside of their special subject.

There is but one good; that is God. Everything else is good when it looks to Him and bad when it turns from Him.

This is my endlessly recurrent temptation: to go down to that Sea, and there neither dive nor swim nor float, but only dabble and splash, careful not to get out of my depth and holding on to the lifeline which connects me with my things temporal.

The value of myth is that it takes all the things you know and restores to them the rich significance which has been hidden by the veil of familiarity.

I never fully understood it till my friend Professor Tolkien asked me the very simple question, 'What class of men would you expect to be most preoccupied with, and hostile to, the idea of escape?' and gave the obvious answer: jailers.

I believe, to be sure, that any man who reaches Heaven will find that what he abandoned (even in plucking out his right eye) has not been lost: that the kernel of what he was really seeking even in his most depraved wishes will be there, beyond expectation, waiting for him in 'the High Countries'.

It seems to me that we often, almost sulkily, reject the good that God offers us because, at that moment, we expected some other good.