We are not living in a world where all roads are radii if a circle and where all, if followed long enough, will therefore draw gradually nearer and finally meet at the centre: rather in a world where every road, after a few miles, forks into two, and each of those into two again, and at each fork you must make a decision.

God loves us NOT because we're lovable, because He is love. Not because He needs to receive, because He delights to give.

It may well be that by trickery of priests men have sometimes taken a mortal's voice for a god's. But it will not work the other way. No one who hears a god's voice takes it for a man's.

Surely arrested development consists not in refusing to lose old things but in failing to add new things.

For He (God) seems to do nothing of himself which He can possibly delegate to His creatures.

The perfect church service would be one we were almost unaware of. Our attention would have been on God.

Faith, in the sense in which I am here using the word, is the art of holding on to things your reason has once accepted, in spite of your changing moods.