God is no fonder of intellectual slackers than He is of any other slacker.

Stop it," spluttered Eustace, "go away. Put that thing away. It's not safe. Stop it, I say. I'll tell Caspian. I'll have you muzzled and tied up." "Why do you not draw your own sword, poltroon!" cheeped the Mouse. "Draw and fight or I'll beat you black and blue with the flat." "I haven't got one," said Eustace. "I'm a pacifist. I don't believe in fighting." "Do I understand," said Reepicheep, withdrawing his sword for a moment and speaking very sternly, "that you do not intend to give me satisfaction?

All Hell is smaller than one pebble of your earthly world; but it is smaller than one atom of this world, the Real World.

We are...a Divine work of art, something that God is making...something with which He will not be satisfied until it has a certain character.

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.

Christianity, if false, is of no importance, and if true, of infinite importance. The only thing it cannot be is moderately important.

You cannot love a fellow creature fully till you love God.