but who can feel ugly, when their heart feels joy

It would be nice and fairly nearly true, to say that 'from that time forth, Eustace was a different boy.' To be strictly accurate, he began to be a different boy. He had relapses. There were still many days when he could be very tiresome. But most of those I shall not notice. The cure had begun.

The best fruits are plucked for each by some hand that is not his own.

And there’s also ‘To him that hath shall be given.’ After all, you must have a capacity to receive, or even omnipotence can’t give. Perhaps your own passion temporarily destroys the capacity.

The stamp of the Saint is that he can waive his own rights and obey the Lord Jesus.

If naturalism were true then all thoughts whatever would be wholly the result of irrational causes. It cuts its own throat.

Mental pain is less dramatic than physical pain, but it is more common and also more hard to bear. The frequent attempt to conceal mental pain increases the burden: it is easier to say “My tooth is aching” than to say “My heart is broken.