You can give the Devil too much or too little attention.

Let there be wicked kings and beheadings, battles and dungeons, giants and dragons, and let the villans be soundly killed at the end of the book. I think it is possible that by confining your child to the blameless stories of life in which nothing at all alarming ever happens, you would fail to banish the terrors, and would succeed in banishing all that can ennoble them or make them endurable.

You will not find the warrior, the poet, the philosopher or the Christian by staring into his eyes as if he were your mistress: better fight beside him, read with him, argue with him, pray with him.

We who defend Christianity find ourselves constantly opposed not by the irreligion of our headers but by their real religion.

How could an idiotic universe have produced creatures whose mere dreams are so much stronger, better, subtler than itself?

Fallen man is not simply an imperfect creature who needs improvement: he is a rebel who must lay down his arms.

They have chosen cunning instead of belief. Their prison is only in their minds, yet they are in that prison; and so afraid of being taken in that they cannot be taken out.