Pleasure that is its own pursuit is always bad pleasure.
For in self-giving, if anywhere, we touch a rhythm not only of all creation but of all being.
Human culture has always had to exist under the shadow of something infinitely more important than itself. If men had postponed the search for knowledge and beauty until they were secure, the search would never have begun.
There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it.
The next best thing to being wise oneself is to live in a circle of those who are.
The notion that everyone would like Christianity to be true, and therefore all atheists are brave men who have accepted the defeat of all their deepest desires, is simply impudent nonsense.