God is the only comfort, He is also the supreme terror: the thing we most need and the thing we most want to hide from.

Since I am I, I must make an act of self-surrender, however small or however easy, in living to God rather than to my self.

What you want is practice, practice, practice. It doesn’t matter what we write (at least this is my view) at our age, so long as we write continually as well as we can. I feel that every time I write a page either of prose or of verse, with real effort, even if it’s thrown into the fire the next minute, I am so much further on.

Badness cannot succeed even in being bad in the same way in which goodness is good. Goodness is, so to speak, itself: badness is only spoiled goodness. Evil is a parasite, not an original thing.

You are guilty of no evil, Ransom of Thulcandra, except a little fearfulness. For that, the journey you go on is your pain, and perhaps your cure: for you must be either mad or brave before it is ended.

Only a bad person needs to repent: only a good person can repent perfectly.

A sick society must think much about politics, as a sick man must think much about his digestion.