you had nothing to say about it and yet made the nothing up into words.

Do not be deceived, Wormwood. Our cause is never more in danger than when a human, no longer desiring, but still intending, to do our Enemy's will, looks round upon a universe from which every trace of Him seems to have vanished, and asks why he has been forsaken, and still obeys.

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

A glimpse is not a vision. But to a man on a mountain road by night, a glimpse of the next three feet of road may matter more than a vision of the horizon.

Make your choice, adventurous Stranger, Strike the bell and bide the danger, Or wonder, till it drives you mad, What would have followed if you had.

the Divine Nature wounds and perhaps destroys us merely by being what it is.

I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.